just jacked off with my ROTC uniform on. boy i feel like an american.
I feel like this whole "telling that guy i have a kid to avoid him" thing is getting out of hand..
How so?
Probably at the point when i told him i was "Too drunk to drive" and "had to pick up my kid" all in a span of like 2 hours.
I keep waking up with the nagging feeling I gave him half a hand job through his shorts.
All I remember is mattress sliding down the stairs while giving him a blow-job. Sorry you had to witness the incident.
All I want to do is fuck in the bell tower before it leave this school. Is that too much to ask?
how does 'resolution to respect myself more' follow 'he fucks me really hard'?
How did "late lunch" turn into 8 solid hours of drinking??? I feel like death.
I just had a great idea for an etsy shop. Sell all the shit bitches leave from one nighters
I'll get tired halfway through and end up passed out at a taco shack honestly
She invited us over for cocaine and donuts
Google imaged your anal issues. Seems fuckable still.
Every day I wake up and there is no spectacular morning wood waiting for me I get so sad.
He's the one named Andrew. In his profile picture he is the one on the right in the monkey costume.
I don't want to be flamboyant (says the guy who bought a hot pink suit to be a flamingo for Halloween)--but I don't mind being a little extra.
We're going to watch the inauguration and fuck. Or fuck and watch the inauguration, I'm not picky, just get your ass over here by ten.
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