Went to gas station for smokes. three cops pulled in. got gas i didn't need. found diff gas station.
good choice.
TYLER... glimpse of last night: leather chaps, guacamole dip, a jump rope, spray paint, and rhinestone studded pajamas.
i think you have the wrong number... but your story sounds delightful.
She said as long as i don't wake her up she doesn't care what hole i use.
Got yourself a keeper right there.
After work we went home to fool around. Turns out he had sawdust under his foreskin. I'm never going down on him again.
There is something about listening to Patsy Cline while pooping that makes the experience so much better.
just saw a DUI checkpoint outside of a taco bell...i feel like thats cheating...
he was chasing shots of soco with fistfuls of my birthday cake
so she called me drunk and made me stay on the phone with her while she puked.
Yeah the sex got weird after I said "who's your daddy?" and she actually moaned her dads name.
the fact that my dorm room overlooks a children's daycare is enough initiative for me to have safe sex.
We eventually get in a cab (after david tried to hail multiple regular cars and some sort of shuttle bus)
John stretched a condom over his face and tried to puke in it.
He seemed like a really nice guy. He tried to dry my shirt because someone spilled their drink on me. I think that's how I ended up topless on his dryer.
How can I prove that I give 401k advice and not handjobs?
And our sex soundtracks thus far have been metal and Star Wars
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