sorry if i was weird last night, had weird deja vu that we had done that before, i mean with the peanut butter.
well that explains the rash. i dont think i should see you again.
Almost ran you over in the parking lot. You look good
the "happy anniversary" cake for my mom and dad is about to turn into the "yeah, that's a hickey, welcome back from italy" cake.
Washing the last semen-stained shirt you have really solidifies a breakup. It just got real.
I want to tell you about my weekend in person so I can see your look of judgement and disgust.
He's been grabbing my ass as a greeting since 2004, sex was overdue
we where pretty evenly matched until he threw me through that wall
i'm on the subway and being revisted by the ghosts of tequilas past.
I'm fucked up. I can't drink anymore. We stole a cat.
We all have our weaknesses that drive us crazy. We happen to have one in common, 21 year olds. Your secrets safe. Touch his penis.
Its the least I can do really, I mean, I did sleep with her husband...
She just rubbed her face up and down my six pack cooing. Equal measure of weird and hot.
And all I ask is the occasional "welcome home from work" blowjob.....and for you to fold my laundry. I hate folding laundry
I lost the back to your old name tag last night in a girls shirt. It got me a view of some titties though, I guess in some way you're still doing your brotherly deeds
Goddamnit, guys. I got lube all over my kindle.