I just spent the last 30 minutes shaving my asshole.
I fucked her on my hockey bag. it doesnt get any more Canadian than that.
After we finished he asked if I knew if it was a boy or girl. Diet. Starts. Now.
We were fucking on his hammock and right as he came we flipped over. I landed on him, he landed on a pile of pinecones. We're done with nature sex.
Although last time you were unsure about someone they flipped a golf cart on me.
Managed to discreetly puke out of a moving streetcar window, in front of no less than a dozen people. Nobody saw/said anything. I feel like a legit local now.
I was still in a towel. We hadn't even started drinking yet and the champagne bottle dropped and exploded literally up into my vagina.
I had to brake up with him.
In my experience drinking helps.
You dont want to know why?
Not really. I want to drink.
Having never done that before, When should one expect the horrible shame to end? Days, months, ever?
A week or so, depending on size. In your case, maybe give it a month.
true friends will drive 3 hours to come smoke a couple blunts with you on the bridge where your car broke down
more embarrassing than that time i showed up to class in my hoodie and leggings because i over slept, and then as i zipped my hoodie down i realized i didn't sleep with a bra on or a shirt
We called dibs on each other's genitals. That bond is unbreakable.
Dude...are you really going to start sexting during our friend's memorial service?
i tried to break up pigeon sex because one looked too young to consent. fireball feminism ftw
So about that you can bill me for the chair but it was David's idea to jump from the window sill into the washer with "clothing pillows of cloudiness" to land on to get ahold of him you have to phone his mother
I just talked to her she really hates you like a lot
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