Dude sorry i couldnt seem to spell any words right in the texts i sent you last night
I felt like a fucking code breaker.
It's like God shit irony all over that family
these two guys are about to go shot for shot with syrup
now he is talking to a potato
He found my weave.. Think he'll still fuck me Friday? And how do I ask for it back?
My hickies are dark enough that I can feel drivers judging me from across an intersection
Something about getting whistled at in my work clothes while crossing the street with three Nuvarings in my back pocket feels wrong.
They want yo temporarily sterile ass.
Promise me you won't have sex in my room
I can't promise you that, but I promise you that I'll try
Might want to in your tub tho. That thing is fucking huge.
I made a list on my phone of places I want to fuck, it's right under my list of groceries I'm getting a little too used to regular sex but dude monogamy is the shit
He won't let me go to the bars unless I can manage to get flip flops on.
Sounds like he's doing this for your own good...
like every night i go out someone always suggests nipple hugs so that's why I always end up topless
I put a zucchini in my pussy for you
I said no to friends with benefits because it was too much commitment
you left your anal beads in the dishwasher
It was great. He never spoke.
That's not why it was great, just that's all I remember.
Wine through a straw in a subway cup.....classy
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