I think I might be in your shoes. Except they are actually my shoes. Either way these shoes are wasted.
i'm writing my speech about my 4th grade backstreet boy concert experience. that sums up how seriously i take my life.
So, halfway through sex he stops and starts crying. He said he's worried god hates him for all his bad decisions...think he meant to imply I was one of them...
the 24 hour champagne diet aint going so well
he thinks im joking when i say don't visit. i mean it's summer...he was the college fuck and now it's time for the summer fuck
he made his penis look like a sprinkler when he was coming. it was pretty cool actually.
all law school has taught me so far is how to fart quietly during lectures and how to out-argue the ice cream guy when he screws me out of extra toppings.
I have to deal with three things I do not like this weekend. Pooping in toilets that are not mine. Air mattresses. Not beating off in the shower.
I misjudged the power of my pelvic thrusting capabilities. His nose is broken. Thoughts?
So when this rash is gone wanna hang out?
I'm going to miss recovering from hangovers on the beach. Rolling around in my dorm bed and watching Friends reruns is just gonna feel like slumming it.
Ok. As long as I can keep Kevin contained to the room I'll be ok. If not u might have a naked puking Kevin at ur door
Of course I fucked him. He was wearing a rainbow cock sock and cowboy boots.
She made me undress her with my teeth...explains the button in my shit this morning...
So if you wanna come get your pants you can. But you have to come in your boxers. Rules are rules!
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