We succumbed to passion, and then he had to go meet his girlfriend. End of story.
Wow, you know I need to stop drinking alone when I pour my drink into my hand and offer it to my dog,
the dr. explained that the first big patch is called a herald patch since it's biggest. So his name is Harold the Patch.
Wow. You named your rash.
I think the phrase "baptist college" should be an oxymoron.
i forgot beer had calories. that would explain alot.
I do have sympathy for you. It's just not going to manifest as a blow job.
He was going down on me and raised up for a minute, slipped and punched me in the face. My lady boner left immediately.
She called picking up at 2pm a matinee drug deal.
Please come and kill me with a brick you dont even have to be nice about it just smash myfucking skull in this is the worst hangover ive had for at least a week
Just reminding you that you are currently drunk spooning a chair saying it "loves you unconditionally". No more rum.
Well the other day she asked me how often I jerk off. So I guess things are getting semi-serious
I think I'm at a stage of my life where I subconsciously purposefully fuck everything up just to see if I can find a way out of it.
I was trying to come up with a reason why you shouldn't be naked in front of me, and now I have 'If you give a mouse a cookie" stuck in my head
I'm fucking camped out by the bathrooms. I think the poopatrator is in there. Wtf is my life
Almost an end to the saga.
Scary. I hope people take me seriously. Maybe I should black out less to be sure
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