I can already tell this is gonna be one of those parties where we sit across the room and text about people.
I've come to the conclusion that the only reason I fucked him was because he reminded me of Seth Rogen.
I honestly don't know what my boundaries are, but shitting on me is crossing them.
I don't want to talk. I just want to motorboat those tits
The last thing I said to him last night before telling him he couldn't give me a kiss goodnight was pointing at his dick then at me and saying "this isn't working out"
I was ready to fuck him until he pulled the "I might be bi curious" card. Now its turned into a guilt fuck. It's like he's a 3rd world child in need of a sexual orientation.
He told me he wanted to show me something beautiful, then just started peeing off the bridge into oncoming traffic
I was basically shocked at how calmly you accepted my violently shoving a french fry in your mouth.
I was thinking more like a "sorry you can hear us, but I'm having the best sex of my life" cake
There should be an open time period where you show each other your goods and it's totally socially acceptable to bail.
I wholeheartedly concur
Hey, I think I showed you a picture of my nephew while we were fucking last night. Sorry, I know it's weird, I just really love that kid. Again, sorry.
That's true because who the fuck doesn't love Harry Potter and beer
still can't believe dude took a personal call while he was balls deep in my mouth.
We could probably bang our way to enlightenment. However acid helps.
I told him I wanted to get on him and ride him to Montana. It didnt end like i thought it would.
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