i love how i spend my mornings exploring my phone to see what i did last night.
You said that we had to leave the party together and proceeded to repeat the "ducks fly together" speech from The Mighty Ducks word for word. Soon the whole party was quite and started chanting quack..quack...quack..
He said if I stayed the night he'd take me to church in the morning.
He poured the shots. We did them together. I cheersd him out of the shower
The only thing in that hotel room that we didn't fuck on was the roof
idk but i can hear her singing "Call Me Maybe" really slowly and emotionally in the shower right now
I don't really want to have sex with him, I'd just want him in a threesome. Does that make sense?
Lost feeling in my face, my shoe and had a nose bleed. That's not wings. Fuck red bull.
I've never been so tempted to check my phone during sex in my life.
Sware then you fell into me doing a Tarzan swing thing and my margherita spilled and shattered all over this guy and sice you were on the ground you tried to pull it off by twerking on the floor lmfao
I'm not sure how to explain it, but I feel like our penises have a connection. Like long lost brothers. We're not even gay.
But what I'm actually thinking about is how everyone except me had sex on my bed this weekend and now I'm just sleeping in it with a 7 foot tall blue panda
please come back. it's turned into strip rock paper scissors
I got the shit slapped outta me last night but the pain in my jaw doesn’t even compare to the hangover I have.
Put down the Captain Crunch and get over here. It’s a dickfest!!
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