the next morning i told him i was impressed that he remembered my name. he said it wasn't that hard when "tracy
a drug dealer just gave me his business card. it had his face on it drinking a 40oz
just fyi, hangover + ice skates = really bad idea
i woke facing the corner with my computer and i had googled "how to put out a fire" i am so scared to turn around
I just did my online traffic school at the bar. No biggie.
he offered to walk down from the bar this morning to my house and bring me a guinness...
how romantic. its the irish mans version of flowers
The night started going downhill when I set my foot on fire.
Come over, I want to eat cookie dough off your dick.
...Saturday night. Get your dick ready. We are going to go nuts. I want to have sex fucking everywhere.
I'll explain later but basically I was feeling dangerous, I'm dressed as Ann Romney and Ann Romney is a bad bitch.
Random thought: what if being devoured by animals was a death penalty option...and you got to choose the animal?
Yuck. My throat feels like someone chucked a couple of Maltov cocktails down it and finished it off with a super soaker filled with Jameson.
He referred to our sex as being similar to "Two cheetahs cage fighting" and I have to agree.
He called me Kitten either just because or he figured out my old s&m life. Either way huge turn on.
I don't wanna be 33 that's when Jesus died
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