somehow on my way home with matt, I ended up straddling steve on the sidewalk and polling the people walking by on whether or not we should have sex.
Skanksgiving break is awesome already... pilgrim and indian roleplay tonight.
hey got me stoned for the first time when i was 14. there is no bond stronger
until he told me my vag was like a juicy apple and he loved eating it, yes, i really did think we were both sober.
Standards? I'm sitting on his couch eating microwaved ramen wearing his wife's t-shirt. I don't remember what having standards even feels like.
We haven't said piping hot jizz in awhile... that needs to come back into our conversations
i didnt have any regrets until i found out he was a freshman.... and the only reason he got into yale was because of soccer... and he wasnt premed.
I just made an agreement with this milf to shoot her daughters wedding in exchange for blow jobs. Going pro was the best choice I ever made.
her mom went out of her way to book us a room with separate beds... her level of gay denial is in beast mode
your ability to divide cases of beer among any given group of people equally was missed.
because. if I can't sit outside naked and eat my watermelon every morning then I really don't see the point in moving in with you.
So I have to masturbate in a hospital. I wonder what kind of porn they have.
It began the way the best stories do—with some naïve jackasses in a place they had no business being at.
I'm 80% sure I have pink eye. This is my penance for being a homewrecker.
Looking back, we probably shouldn't have chased alcohol with more alcohol
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