Don't worry, there is no such thing as a fat, old or ugly blow job.
On my arm I have 12 dashes, and below is written "plus 2 pretty stout whiskey drinks, so, you be the judge"
herpes texted me again. he says he wants my vagina.
ok we should really consider changing this guys nickname...
high in an attic. pig roast in 10.
She's riding a tiny four-wheeler and has a Dos Equis in her hand. I at least have to meet her.
what part of 'taking a night off' includes MDMA in your world?
Off topic, but is it sad that Matthew and I are calculating how much sex we need to have in order to work off a taco bell burrito?
I know. It's cray. Crayon. Crayolaaaaa.
Sometimes I think I'm witty and funny, and then I realize it 3pm and I'm drunk
Dude. I've never been with a guy who just wanted to go down on me all the time including while I'm shooting zombies on call of duty. My life is complete.
My boob is missing a layer of skin
I accidentally flashed three cops last night. Stone cold sober.
Speaking of boners I learned how to say " jizz everywhere" in sign language
Yep. The ghost of my sex life is in your house.
When I came out of the bathroom you were naked dead asleep on the couch but your dick was still rock hard standing straight up. I almost took a pic. It was impressive.
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