He's the biggest piece of shit to ever exist. He's not even wearing shoes.
I wouldn't necessarily call it an addiction, more of a passion. I'm habitually passionate.
Now I know how you felt every time you had to listen to me have sex with a girl... mildly disguested yet marginally proud.
he came on my stomach, took his sock off, wiped it up, put his sock back on along with his shoes and left.
He came in looking for condoms, iced coffee, and a gas tank. I need to be where he's going.
Just checked an empty cooler on the flight to Notre Dame. You don't have to tell me you're jealous, I already know.
Tipped our cab with a photo booth pic of us, a paper dollar, a dollar in quarters, a crest white strip. And a tanning pass valid in boston
You're right. Single life welcomed me back with open arms. It's like it knew it wasnt going to be long when I left.
Just recreated a sandwich from the caf in my own kitchen. Graduation denial at it's finest.
Official reason: I couldn't get time off. The real reason: last Xmas nearly ended in alcohol poisoning to prevent me from screaming like a velociraptor
HEY. NO. THIS IS ABOUT YOU RIGHT NOW. YOUR COCK, MY MOUTH, THATS IT.
Hey, I'm 22. I'm allowed to have a sex life and you're going to hear about it.
feeding cats lunchmeat on my kitchen floor. come pour me another shot.
How do I word.. " hey, I need you to fuck me really hard and see if you or I can feel my birth control. No worries, this is just an experiment." In a nice way without them feeling used.
Honestly, I am sitting in my room watching Ciara videos and thinking I am super jealous of how she rides it.
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