Eating in charleston sc at a seafood place called "hymans". Like normal I had no problem finding it.
I knew you were drunk when you poured scotch on a croissant and ate it.
i distinctly remember leaping through the apartment to rescue the clam chowder burning in the kitchen
He managed to tell me he was blind in one eye and convince me to have sex with him in the same conversation. It's love.
i mean, what better way to remind him of his failures in life than to fuck his roommate/fraternity brother?
Tequila me may have very bluntly told him that I wanted to touch his abs.
I'm using her two yr old as a arm rest while I attempt to feel her up. Somehow she is allowing it. How this transitions to sex should be interesting.
I'm at his house right now making him pancakes to compensate for YOU not giving him a handjob last night. You're welcome.
Putting all my energy Into finding a polite way to ask my mailman to fuck me in his car.
I ate shit on a rock, and when I got up this car full of people asked me if I was okay, and I just sprinted away screaming "I am a banana!"
I'm serious. I have boob tassles if this is an exchange thing.
I apparently got up in the middle of the night after fucking him and started looking for you under piles of his clothing
I take Paypal, cash, sexual favors, and roasted red potatoes with garlic as payment. You choose.
Brother gave me a harry potter philosophy book for xmas we need to get stoned and talk about this.
Want to help me interview candidates to replace my Cub/Boy Toy when he leaves for grad school next month?
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