alright got my week's quota of sex in, ready for modern warfare 2
His apartment number was 69. I had to.
Last night I texted her to confirm she could start designing costumes for my show this week.
That is one convoluted booty call.
No more Raisinettes before sex. That's what happened. I just put it together
I'm still hoping for it dude. Random north dakota pussy. If my 16 year old self knew that these were my dreams he would so try to beat me up, and i think he could.
Just saw a drunk bitch in the west village peeing on a car. You are not alone.
I send out my deepest condolences for seeing my ass last night.
How do you explain to a guy that he's like a little puppy dog that you play with, but then leave at the shelter to go home to your German Shepard?
He said I looked like a ballsack and I tried to choke him out with my Ghostbusters pajama pants. Happy fucking Halloween.
That's what you get for doing kinky shit with a guy that lives in his moms basement.
We need to leave a grand offering for the god of free booze and salvia.
I don't fucking know. He perched his parrot on his dick. I left after that.
its not even a love triangle. its a love square and it has come back to haunt me
I just wanna know if were done hooking up so I know of that condom he left in my top drawer is fair game
hey, so i dont know your name. but im guessing we had sex last night. seeing that you're in my phone as "had sex time thursty thursday guy"
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