the young, male pastor of my church has a jesus fish tramp-stamp. I made him show me.
We'll make it into fun. If I can make wii bowling into a drinking game, I can make studying spanish into a sex game.
i like him when i'm sober AND when i'm drunk.i've been searching for this my whole life
I have my ice chest next to my bed. Instead of breakfast in bed, its beers in bed. 10x better
I woke up to him drunk-t-bagging me, saying "huevos rancheros" were being served for breakfast.
I have no words
Neither did my mom, when she walked in on me squating with my balls in a cup of hot water.
It started with jello shots. It ended with tears.
I'm not saying Tijuana was a bad idea, I'm saying that we make poor life choices. And Steve was robbed by the police.
We can just chill or day drink or smoke or watch law and order marathon or play just dance 4 or watch a movie or go to the movies or play hide and seek or hug, so many options
shes wearing an ankle tracker so she should be easy to find
he brings me coffee and gets a blow job. not sure if I trained him or he trained me or it's simply mutually beneficial beautiful.
Just woke up from an extremely erotic dream featuring Steve Buscemi. Now I can't sleep.
So the makeout sesh? Not so great. His stubble rubbed my face raw, he tried to push me towards auto-erotic asphyxiation, and he licked my forehead. Twice.
What happened?
Vodka. Vodka happened.
When God closes one door, he opens up a taller, smarter, more successful door, with a bigger cock and nicer teeth.
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