This is some kinda fucked up sordid doggy brothel peepshow bullshit.
i just remebered what i did last night, i asked a homeless man on a bike "hey whatcha doin with that bike, wanna make 5 bucks?" he agreed and then rode me on his handle bars a block away to the next bar.
I swear my cock just shook it's head disapprovingly at me.
No more Irish car bombs ever.
He's doing the single life. He recently finished like a 3 year relationship. You can't date him.
But I don't want to date him. I just want to look at him. Naked. And in my bed.
Its like after 6 beers, the clap doesn't scare me anymore.
I'm thankful she wil die Alone. And I'm thankful I slept wiht her cousin. And brother.
How can you turn a kayak date down? I'M TALKING RIVER HEAD HERE.
I think my uterus is still laying in your bed somewhere under the covers.
Just like to put it out there it's surprising how little reception a dog cage has
I need to find out this kids work schedule. I need mustache rides on my lunchbreaks.
Talk about having your cake and eating it he has basically demolished the whole fucking bakery
I want your cock. I also want to cuddle you and tell you how amazing you are, because you know balance.
After I chugged my beer the cop slapped my ass and said "atta girl" this can't be real life.
She’s the kind of asshole whose face I want to put on a T-shirt just so I can go outside and burn it.
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