another moral hangover. fuck.
I need a sticker that says "It's no use hitting on me - I'm the plus one" Seriously, how do they think I got in in the 1st place?
The stories of what you did in Cuba got home before you.
She was standing in the road flagging traffic in a tshirt and boxers. I didn't stop.
All she wanted was a cigarette
maybe these stereotypes wouldn't come up if you would stop taking body shots off another
See, thats where im at with my life, welcome to the slut yaht we will be cruising comfortably all summer at an extremely drunken relaxing pace S.S. Slut Bucket
I think the solution to your phobia is an open relationship with your dildo. about the same responsibility as a pet rock
Totally. Bang on. He'll be fine. He might cry into your perfect tits once in a while, but that's the price ya pay.
I damn near set my vagina on fire. WHILE The Flaming Lips played in the background. Intensely apropos.
I literally paid cover, got kicked out. Tried to explain that I was just clumsy, but mispronounced it. Then I got pissed off, stormed out..and clotheslined myself on a velvet rope. How was your night?
The feeling are messing with the penis
I saw him and didn't have sex with him. Responsibility five!
His name is Angel. I'm pretty sure he was sent from heaven solely to eat me out.
I just fucked her in the corner of an ally while holding a large pizza waiting on a pledge for a ride.
Will you remind me I changed my hotspot phone password to fuckyouprivilegedwhitedude
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