So Ive decided I have serious issues. Im walking around the school with a bag labeled booze money collecting from people while slightly hungover at 8:20 in the morning, and nobody is questioning me.
there's a girl in the library on mysapce. she must have missed the memo.
in the middle of it he kept shouting: im going to be masturbating to this for the rest of my life
Tuesday night just isn't my ideal coke binge night.
You went from loaded cattleman, to football player, to better football player, to art major from Missouri. Your future was looking so good for a while.
I gave him head while he watched NASCAR. My future flashed before my eyes.
Aside from the slim chance of pregnancy, I'm gonna call last night a raging success.
I whispered "you're doing a great Job" when he was fucking me. Then high fived him.
We have six bottles of wine and we are at target buying baby oil to grease up the sleds with, just in case you're interested.
Haha yeah that's basically it. He was like "i've always had a thing for you, and even sober i still would do and feel the same way." so glad to know i am worthy of a sober hookup as well.
I had so much drainage I couldn't moan properly. Fuck allergy season
I am on my usual post-jerkoff high of eternal happiness. Like I could punch a fucking tiger.
We had an in depth conversion about the best way to take a dick pic. Both with and without mirrors.
I don't know how to reply to him. 'I'm glad the ecstasy my friend tricked you into taking wore off'...? It just doesn't seem sincere
Never let the horse trainer ride you, always ride the horse trainer. I have huge bruises on my thighs from his hip bones. That's how hard he rode me
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