My sheets at my parents place are clean. No braveheart but I can paint myself, yell "freedom", and sword fight you with my cock. So come over.
yo i have your phone
... oh so you probably won't get this message
I convinced her san diego was a state. all the proof I needed was saying, why do they call it san diego state university?
she "accidentally" hit me with her car, its almost as if she know im fucking her boyfriend.
getting kicked in the face by someone doing a keg stand. just my luck
.....woke up with a tube of cinnamon buns in my pocket, i miss you
I actually want to hang out with her with our clothes on. That's a big step up for me.
When it gets to the point that I'm more comfortable being naked at his house than my own, it's time to readdress the fuckbuddyship.
I've awoken at 3am again, in a night terror, just thinking about how big his dick was.
You could probably play six degrees of separation of my cock in this city.
You can't be friends with my side piece. Conflict of interest.
You kept sacrificing me last night. You would just yell out "Virgin Sacrifice!!" and then throw me into a circle of men.
I'm in Home Depot and I can feel the straight bob the builders staring at me. I bet it's like I have a rainbow arrow pointing at me.
You haven't lived until you have fucked while Fantasia is on
Damn him and his beautiful face and body and penis.
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