so he was shitfaced and kept using sticky notes to label everything like "beer spill" and "going to fuck later"
First order of business is dropping my 9 am gym class. I'm sweating pure vodka.
Wouldn't pinatas filled with coke be awesome idea for cinco de mayo?
He said i looked like a shooting star sprawled out on the floor while i puked and i kept blaming "senor cuervo" for doing me dirty.
That white girl was surprised to see orange pubes around my black cock. Happy Halloween!
All I saw was a purple blob and poking out from under was part of a green shirt. Took me a minute to realize it was him under that beast.Thought I should ask if he was actually breathing and conscience but then I saw him slowly exploring what few brave men have done before.
I took "we live within stumbling distance of the bar" as an invitation and challenge
But is that really the name you want to scream out during climax?
Out of everyone here, the sober one caught the cat on fire.
We need to talk about your improper dealings with the town drug dealer.
And I made some girl take out the trash, load and unload the dishwasher, swifter, and clean the counters. So don't act like I don't do anything.
She answered the door wearing a basket, said it was the only clean thing she had.
I've now fucked in every motel room in this small town.
I'm not over that dildo rifle story. I don't think I ever will be.
I was the only one in group sessions to bring up sex as a stress reliever. Some of those people were awfully judgy despite the fact we were all in a psych ward.
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