can't come. weird drunk guy passed out on couch. long story, tell u later.
wtf. wake him up, call him a cab, get over here!
i just want to make sure he doesn't die. or rob me. plus it's facinating, he's faceplant on the arm of my sofa.
I am currently in the waffle making stage of highness
At victory brunch. Have a decent story. Im now eskimo brother with the duke mens basketball teams from 2002 to 2008 and obamas right hand man
The djing cat is back again. I think he just makes appearances when im shit drunk just to fuck with my mind.
They nicknamed me the gargoyle. Sex with me is getting gargoyled. The last one I fucked yelled "gargoyle me" for dirty talk. I think fucking me is part of their pledging initiation. Somewhat OK with this.
Woke up in my own bed with a "New Years Eve 2011" bar bracelet on. Both of these things confuse me.
i mean, what better way to remind him of his failures in life than to fuck his roommate/fraternity brother?
I had 800 mg of ibuprofen 2 b vitamins and I'm pounding water like I'm trying to win a hazing
Jesus himself couldn't make a better sandwich
Finally met a man who appreciates my beer pong skills, definitely a keeper for the weekend
He told me that he'd ride his snowmobile from Cincinnati to Toledo in this blizzard just so I could give him head.
He was so energetic. It was like screwing a bunny.
After we banged he volunteered to ducksit while I went to work. I think that's true love.
Okay but look at his jawline. I NEED TO RIDE IT.
On a scale of "huh, that's interesting" to "holy porn stars, batman". How good?
Definitely closer to "holy porn stars, batman".
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