I meant the "stage" gay, Not the "bend me over and call me Gary" gay.
so i used to love airports for the escalators... now its the bars... then the escalators after the bars
I'm sorry but all I really read was "my nipples will get hard."
Game over. He has a paternity test request on his table.
apparently he thought telling me 'the weasel wants to come out to play' would somehow convince me to go down on him
pre-gaming in the library. just gonna keep going until i'm too drunk to keep working and then i'll be there.
then you said,"Take this damn cabbage!" although it was actually your shirt. i found you in the elevator of his building.
I woke up at 4 am. Literally pissed. No idea what happened. I could have fucked a cow.
Burritos, beer, and hot tub sex. Merry Christmas to me.
Monday afternoon and I'm still hungover from Valentine's Day. I think I'm winning at the single life.
I walked out and he was covered in jelly, slithering around the floor. I don't know how to process that.
I can't base my relationships off of good dick and dogs.
That was just an endearing nickname I called you before. I'm not gonna call you a filthy slut now that you are one, I don't want to hurt your feelings.
Well he offered to lick my asshole so...I'm not really worried about his interest level.
Can you explain to me why I showed my boobs to the firemen to get free beer?
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