To answer your question of whether I "went back," tits just informed me I was kicked out for falling off my barstool and passing out on the floor...
I gave him a blowie and after he said he wanted to send a giftbasket to the girl we met through.
He smothers me through text. I can't even image what he'd be like in person.
she's like bobby knight all she does is scream and point
words of advice: black light parties reveal cum stained clothing.
My corndog is like a popsicle of bread. A WHOLE. POPSICLE. OF BREAD.
i can't decided whether the fact that her nipples are bigger then her palms is a problem or not
I want to be ashamed of the things we do this weekend
...Saturday night. Get your dick ready. We are going to go nuts. I want to have sex fucking everywhere.
He's scared I want a relationship? How does texting him at three am and sleeping with four of my exes symbolize that?
Romantically speaking, I want to sit on his face.
I'm gay. Congratulations to whoever had January 2014 in their pool.
I know. It was just so disappointing. I almost made it. And now the "when's the last time you peed your pants" clock has restarted. Lol
I'm nothing if not determined to sleep with everyone at that company
He told me that he had never gotten a blow job. I sat there for a second, then thought "I MUST FIX THIS!" It was fucking fantastic.
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