I've been emailing with a woman. I don't think she's into me, but we've become sorta email buddies. I'm hoping to meet her because on her profile she states she's into 'fisting.' Frankly the thought kinda freaks me out but I'm dying to see what kind of woman is 1) into that and 2) admits it upfront.
I swear god or herbie drove my car home
I dont even clean my room anymore .. i drunk proof it for when i come back smashed with a guy
just fucked my old babysitter, gotta love block parties
I miss vodka workout Fridays
Dude she was 62...with a boob job. And I'm proud to say I made out with that.
sitting in my room in a shopping cart. they couldnt get my legs out of the holes. i want breakfast.
All three of them were helicoptering their dicks to persuade me to take my thong off
Do you still speak french? one of two girls I woke up with only speaks french...
She sleeps with her hand around my balls. First I thought it was just a comfort thing. Now I think it's to make sure I can't slip away in the middle of the night.
You can't just be this socially awkward and sexually frustrated and jealous as a fucking demon and be expected to stay sober.
Plus my fingers were hella swollen from eating all these cured meats so it was like I was given it to her with Hulk Hands on
I think I just shit out all my problems.
I despise everything about her. Except her tits.
As long as it's before midnight it's cool. But it would be understandable to ring in my new year shitting myself just before I go to Iraq.
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