I tried booty calling last night but apparently he was too tired and wants to meet up tonight. I told him planning defeats the purpose.
when did we get to this "texting at random" level on friendship?
apparently he thought telling me 'the weasel wants to come out to play' would somehow convince me to go down on him
I shouldn't trust a guy I just met with the pull out method. That's a big responsibility.
I can feel myself smiling like 10 minutes after I stop smiling, and that's just like... so awesome.
It was awkward at first he now knows I fucked his little brother, they were both there. then the tequila kicked in and everything was fine.
So I walk in and he's teaching someone in London via Skype how to roll a blunt. I have new found respect for him.
It is very possible that having sex with you just now just got me into Yale
All I know is when I checked my phone this morning google translate was open with "help the cow ate my robot" translated to French
He's in grad school at Harvard. I suppose that means my vagina is now smarter than I am.
I can't help you right now because I'm shaving my feet...like a lady.
gonna guess the empty vodka bottle and open can of tuna in the bathroom drawer are related?
I'll do my best. he just keeps yelling beer and doing dick helicopters
So I told him "To answer your question yes I am naked making pizza pops in your kitchen"
I just had a flashback to us shaking up Gatorade mix and then inhaling it in your kitchen because it was funny. Now I can't stop laughing in work because that is the stupidest shit.
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