11:03 p.m. Whats a lie i you lovn me. Let's cuddle.
he spent the whole night trying to convince me into a2m. i won't even use the pb til i clean the jelly knife. i love him but it's not going to happen.
I have a pussy blister if you wanna poke at it with a needle tomorrow...by this text i realize just how strange our relationship is, especially because you're probably excited
I think you mean your blister is filled with pus...atleast i hope
Last night was epic. Hooked up with Emma Watson, found twenty bucks, and then passed out on my floor.
No you didn't. You drank unbelievable amounts of 151, passed out in someone else's bathroom, and we carried you back to your floor. Nice dreams though.
I want to fuck you on the side of the bed tonight.
babe, don't say it like that!
I'm sorry, I want to penetrate you on the edge of our sleeping quarters this evening.
4 to the list in one week. Slutsville isn't as fun as the brochure promised.
It feels like eating ice cream while riding a unicorn over a rainbow waterfall made of glitter.
That is possibly the gayest thing that was ever thought of by anyone anywhere.
I'm in the freezer. Shit took away any trace of hangover outa my body.
We have to have sex twice when i get back. I miss you sex, and thank god the nhl lockout is over sex. I will happily let you wear your sharks jersey during it and i will wear my ducks jersey, and it will be mad rivalry sex.
That feeling when you're ready to convert to the religion of whatever god will stop the vomit. Dynamite is illegal.
A nap. You broke your hand napping in Vegas.
I've never been so tempted to check my phone during sex in my life.
Under no circumstances is tits McGee to make that kind of decision about my life!
He told me that he'd ride his snowmobile from Cincinnati to Toledo in this blizzard just so I could give him head.
I'm not in it for just the sex. If I wanted mediocre dick once a week I would have stayed with one of my exes.