So im pretty sure the object of my emotional onterest is tired of playing with me....
Memory from last night that just came back: me forcibly jacking him off while he yelled I DONT LIKE HANDJOBS I DONT LIKE HANDJOBS
I wish costco sold astroglide.
i wish my brain was less awake, and didn't try and picture what you were talking about.
just told my prof that "i dont give a fuck" about the final. nothing like a having a signed employment contract already
so the last visual we have of him for the next 87 weeks is him outside on the ground rolling around yelling I HATE BLOWJOBS
I just saw a group of 50+ year old women all wearing shirts that said "drink up, bitches" ...please tell me that can be us some day.
I literally recorded a toilet flushing to make it his ringtone to remind me what a piece of shit he is
Apparently I told the bartender to stop putting ice in my drink because it was taking up too much room
I think he offered to cook me dinner or cook me for dinner. Not really sure. Just smiled and nodded.
hes out at the street wearing a tophat and a monocole and carrying a cane and greeting every car that drives by
he just went across the street and into someones house and we could hear him inviting them over from the front porch
I chugged a beer while I was riding him and he told me it was the sexiest thing he has ever seen. this guy knows class when he sees it.
We're Scorpios. We're like dogs rolling in whatever smells good to us.
All I can think of is a mama duck followed by her baby ducks, in brightly colored track shoes.
How high are you?
Are you sexting with minion stickers right now?
No he reached for my hand at the beach. I pretended to be a seagull.
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