so... how was it???
he had bart simpson sheets. he had itunes on shuffle and "don't worry be happy" started playing when he took his boxers off. sad to say i was neither worried nor happy
i just want to meat her and do terribly wonderful things to her vagina...
it's like i can feel the ghost of his dick still inside me
Her boobs are too amazing to be looking at my dick. I'm even ashamed.
I've got my laundry in the car, tonights 1 night stand pre-req is an in suite washer and dryer. Let's do this!
I JUST REALIZED HOW SOFT YOUR TABLE IS! and I also just started rolling
Living room yoga. I'm too hungover to deal with anyone else's chi today.
And don't worry, my exact words were "I can't believe a baby came outta that thing"
She yanked on my limp dick and I yelped, to which she slurred something about starting it like a lawn mower
He recreated the night that started all my mothers days. We shared a joint, drank Boones Farm, and dry humped to the Beastie Boys. Then I cried over MCA's death. Best. Gift. Ever.
He smells like cinnamon, and what I imagine to be orgasms
He watches the nature channel every time I am here. It's like a manipulation technique because baby zebras will get me every time.
Appreciate the offer but I'm a huge fan of penis
Baked out of my mind. Went in the bathroom, a daddy long leg spider and a carpenter ant are battling it out on the floor. I brought my computer with some dubstep.
OMG THE ANT WON
My arm is completely dead, never again will i give you a 20 minute hand job. You better have enjoyed that asshole. I have to text with my left hand now.
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