What do you do when the person in the stall next to you says they're jealous?
I had fun last night. We should have sex less often.
I asked about his 3 inch scar on his chest. It's from when he had to castrate a bull on the estancia. Apparently this is how good bull meat is made.
I'm like 99% sure I made out with Kevin Spacey last night. Not good.
One day. I will touch his hair. I'm curious if it'll be like a soft cloud.
He just subscribed to one of my Spotify playlists. The next step is sex.
Boise Idaho, where you have a one night stand with someone from your town 3 states away and run into them the day you return...
If I was home I'd be ouija boarding the fuck out of the house, haven't been this high since that day
i refuse to give everyone the satisfaction of seeing the results of my acting on my thoughts
It was easier that asking where the vagina platter is.
Also this time, I didn't have a random creepy guy come up from behind me, grab my junk, and whisper "where's the cocaine?" in my ear. So that's also a win.
I'm gonna write a book. Almost Awesome: all the times I ALMOST got laid.
I'm not gonna swipe right, he has better hair than me. Just no.
She said if you lived here it would be like the x rated version of 3's company
Come on baby if you haven't had a Charleston chew eatin out of your ass you just ain't livin right.
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