sorry if i was weird last night, had weird deja vu that we had done that before, i mean with the peanut butter.
we had.
well that explains the rash. i dont think i should see you again.
He must hate going to the bathroom. Every time he does he is reminded how small his dick is.
He's my palate cleanser. He's my mint sorbet. He's my saltine cracker. He's who I fuck between people to make the next one better.
It's called penis withdraw. Or alcoholism. I get them confused these days.
Pretty certain he passed out for a while going down on me. Absolutely certain he passed out during the blow job.
peeing on that welcome mat was like, the highlight of my week
Idk. I woke up marinating in beer on my beanbag. Idk what you mightve done.
She came over and gave me a handy and then just lingered for a day and a half. Worst weekend ever.
I could hear them screwing through my bedroom wall again this morning, so I started beat boxing to the tempo.
I mean, I love her. But not "I'll have a threesome with her." Type of love.
holy fuck man...it feels like I got beat the fuck out of by death's baseball bat...chimichangas?
so when he he finally wandered back into the room it was with a pound of cream cheese which he ate in 5 minutes flat and then passed out
Mashed potatoes are always the fuckin answer ok.
Are you ok?!
I assume I've stopped bleeding because I haven't passed out, but can't verify currently.
Pillow talk was a high five, this morning she made dinosaur muffins for the house. I love chapel hill
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