Just so you know, the bottle of red gatorade is NOT GATORADE. It is definitely someone's puke. I hope nobody else makes the same mistake I did.
Yea. But u kept saying "as long as she doesn't have aids" so I was concerned
I need to get the stench of sex and broken dreams out of my room
there was a 40 knocked over. chips and salsa all over the floor. and she was in her thong doing boot camp on demand in the middle of the room..
What happened with the girl wasn't a gay thing. It was just a mutual respect and want for sex. The guys just weren't there.
Call it what you want. You fucked a girl.
I think pretend fucking a camel is a good thing to do downtown. They loved me.
Then, she put flavored warming oil on my dick and was amazed when something she bought FROM SPENCER'S almost burned my dick off.
i woke up at 4 pm face down on my hardwood living room floor. i would say its a new low but i think I found my new napping spot
I just remember lots of butts and something about ranch dressing.
The fake number she gave me was for Pappa John's. Now I have a large pepperoni on the way.
Somehow I became in charge of getting my mother laid? This can't be my life? Lol
I'm very impressed by your ability to explain a story about your fiery snatch solely in emojis. props.
And thanks for putting me in that safety position on the bathroom floor while I was spooning the toilet
I know you told me I shouldn't go see him...that's why I'm texting you letting you know I made it home safe from his house this morning
So I ended the trip with two cold sores, poison ivy on my leg and vagina, and no alcohol or weed. WORST. 4TH. OF. JULY. EVER.
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