the night i cant remember will be the night i always remember thanks to my "i
i can totally tell he's high. he's having a conversation with my dog.
If you're ever in Seattle we should Fuck. Or get coffee, whatever.
all i wanna do is slam about 38 beers eat a whole pizza and wake up naked in the taco bell parking lot
If we have to be apart I understand. Being separated is probably best for our relationship now. I look forward to our booty calls.
I got a hennah tattoo of my room number on my arm...I love spring break in Mexico!
Printing the vagina inspector badge was money well spent.
You rubbed your penis on my leg and said "people have paid for this kind of action"
I'd like to stay optimistic, but I have this nagging suspicion my penis is in for a disappointing holiday weekend.
I posted her number in the m4m casual encounters area of Craigslist.
I guess her always saying "gay men love me!" will finally get put to the test.
We'll just charge in there, all pant less and fabulous demanding he give back her ferret.
So yeah, my old kindergarten teacher just asked me who gave me the hickies on me neck.
Alas, I cannot find a male suitor sharing my affinity for sport culture who will both manhandle me and treat me with the respect a young Hillary supporter wants and deserves
Remember the time you cried about coconuts
RUDE you're the one missing half a nipple...
IT HEALED AND GREW BACK TO BE A FULL HEALTHY NIPPLE OKAY
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