So how was he last night?
Five-minute foot-long.
Ok so the guy below me is either having sex very loudly or is very lonely
This kid is drunk.
I hope by "this kid" you mean yourself and not some child you have kidnapped and gotten wasted.
I'm just gonna be the bigger person here and say I want you inside me
Not after That Night. No. I hate tequila. And it hates me. Very mutual hateship going on.
hand jobs are a waste of time that only lead to arm cramps. Also, where do you look...his eyes, at the penis, at the tv?
yeah the "where to look" question is super awkward
You should have heard my farts after he left. I swear one of them was a demonic voice saying, "It's coming for you, Nicole. It's coming,".
He is nice. Kind of short though. But didn't try to rub his jean cock on me.
Which I appreciated.
Anyone see the sob who took the piñata?
So it's ironically funny that my psychiatrist's office and my cocaine dealer's house are on the same street
yea plus he's gonna be wearing his gumby costume so that'll take a lot of pressure off too
i chased my gummy vitamins with cold bacon, never say I don't take care of myself
Ims textiofg thsi woht my noes bcuz my hansd aer stli handcuffde to teh bedfrme. Help me
I went down on her on the dining room table. That should count for something.
Going to the pool bar doesn’t exactly count as “exploring”
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