like i told you yesterday: virgins, blood, my name. do it.
If there's anything in this world better than hotboxing in the rain I haven't found it yet.
Agreed
I wouldn't necessarily call it an addiction, more of a passion. I'm habitually passionate.
saturday- my day is open, my legs are not. you in?
well apparently not.
I swear I could audibly hear her vagina slam shut when you walked up to hit on her.
oh and then you called a time out with your penis
Seriously your house is like the underground railroad for unwanted gay kids
(This is the second time ive been high enough to decide to run for office)
I'm kinda surprised he wouldn't be honored to take me back as a fuck buddy.
Ur wingman ability is causing serious doubt
Ok first off its WAY easier if you are actually here
Alls I wanted was a fun New Years but I end up fingering a geico sales representative on a futon and giving her a ride to work the next morning
This morning I woke up in the entrance of a retirement home. Memory fragments from last night: making it rain with the contents of my wallet over the bridge, getting hit by a car, and a lot of running.
But on the plus side, what he lacked in size he made up for with speed. And grunting.
Last night you referred to my vagina as a gym for your penis
Russell is lonely. He needs a companion.
You're lucky you have a monster cock or most people may just laugh at your penis' nickname.
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