So I have to ask... did I meet your lumberjack expectations? I mean, minus the red flannel and all.
I think the phrase "bag of smashed assholes" describes it best
When i light up a cigarette people look at of like i'm going to pee on their children.
We've finally come to the understanding that as long as our conversation stays stricaly sexual, we get along.
you reached into a lemon drop to pull out a lemon of someone else's drink..
My time here is complete. I think I have now thrown up in every major degree programs building
pretty sure the dicks i sucked were punishment enough
So our trip to Disney World ended in the three of us stripping at a gay club in orlando.
i went out at 5pm and cant remember anything until 3am...i was at the bus stop parking lot running around doing the Arrested Development chicken calls.
On a Thurs night I found myself drunk in a limo w 9 dudes on my way to a strip club. Once there I was handed $100 in ones and told "spend it." I need a husband. Or Jesus.
I just love that it's Veterans Day because I know in my heart that I have serviced some of their brethren in the dirtiest, hottest, most shameful ways possible.
i don't know man... i just want to listen to John Lennon every time i finish fucking her. is this love?
I definitely fucked a Trump supporter last night but I wouldn't let him fully admit it because then I would've had to leave and his cock and abs were too perfect
We got cut off at a bar at 4pm. We aren't human
Like honey no, I’m getting groceries while pretending that having sexy talk with you is turning me on
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