Things got a little weird when he fired up his homemade flamethrower in the living room.
Nada. Shooting off confetti and wanted to see I'd u could see it from ur house.
Wow. Its not even 11am.
Mission get my tooth back and find a new dick to ride starts after i sleep for the first time in 2 days.
I found him with a guitar and his kitten in his room. He was singing a song he'd titled "you're a cat". Guess what most of the lyrics were...
Obviously a higher power wants us to be sunday drunk together
you're avoiding the subject, i want to know how you ended up at the strip club with the dog, fucker
I'm imaging you naked, covered in butter. And I gotta say, I'm not impressed.
Good news! I don't have Hep C! Better news! I still hate you!
I just caught myself watching and Irish step dance documentary in my underwear drinking nyquil through a straw at 2 in the afternoon. today's off to a good start.
javelin tossed one of my crutches in to the mosh pit at the concert, hit some dude in the temple hahah fuck him he sucks
I had lunch with him today and quietly mourned his wasted good looks on such a disappointing set of genitals.
Stay away a while longer.
Still not sure if they're cops or strippers.
Russell is lonely. He needs a companion.
You're lucky you have a monster cock or most people may just laugh at your penis' nickname.
That awkward moment when you bring a guy back to your place then have to tell him you only have magnums.
In the last 2 hours I managed to have romantic starlit sex on the beach as the tide came in with not only just a gorgeous man, but one who happens to be Eastern European and finishing Harvard law school.
Oh wow. I want to be you right now.
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