My brain says no but my pants say off.
Did you sleep with Connor? And who undressed me? There's a picture of two guys peeing out my bedroom window. What happened?
I had to assert my dominance as Alpha Drunk.
I'm instituting a new rule. If you wake me up at 3am about wrinkled blankets, I get to throat punch you
he's the second guy to suck on my nipple in front of my friends that i haven't made out with.
Just walked into the library with a case of Strawberitas in hand.. no one said a word.. I think they were just impressed I knew where the library was
I can't wait to see you again...not a euphemism, just really looking forward to seeing you. Wanting to fuck you as often as possible just seems implied at this point.
I've grown it out to 70s proportions. I'm calling it my chastity pelt.
The album on my phone containing gross pictures to send when boys ask for nudes is now substantially larger than my normal photo album. Because I send one every night
what do we think the timeline is for when your liver will begin to revolt against your drinking habits?
I think he's trying to finish jacking off before throwing up again
Oh and he asked if I would occasionally still blow him if we had children. It was so romantic.
Heading there now. Already have a boner.
Say thank you and give him a blowjob.
Is it too early to start looking for freshmen penises to corrupt with our liquor and yoga pants?
I was just wondering the same thing! Gotta be any day now
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