So guy #2, the dancer, is programmed into my phone under the name H.uy. His number- 11 digits. I should have stopped drinking.
Seriously... There's something wrong here. I'm drinking vodka to mask the smell of chocolate on my breath before I get home and he finds out. I fucking hate couple dieting...
His apology was sex and a subway sandwich. Strangely, I'm okay with that.
okay, please tell me Cammy is the one who put the picture and note on my desk saying "beat off to this homeboy"
YOU GOT KINKY WEIRD ICE CREAM HEAD ON FRIDAY DONT EVEN COMPLAIN.
Just made a PowerPoint called "Reasons Why You Should Fuck Me" at his request. The sad thing is we've had sex before...
I feel like we should actually go to church one of these days to thank god for saving us from herpes and babies.
From time to time I think I'm happy for a second and then I remember how a guy stopped me from giving him head on my birthday weekend.
I love you too! Remember NO alcohol or weed at my residence because of legal ramifications.
I got to walk around for eight hours wearing power armor and acting camp. No way I wouldn't love it.
Anyone who does not consider cereal and wine as a balanced breakfast needs to leave immediately.
We didn't have a place to have sex. So we timed the automatic car wash & spent $9 for 3 minutes and 45 secs of car sex.
Ya know what's the worst? Being drunk and wanting to show someone a picture of your goddaughter but not wanting to open the pictures on your phone because the first one is of someone's dick..
If he brings home bacon, dont let him leave. Dont screw this one up. this may be our last chance.
Come to my place after work and we can discuss our finances over a coors delight and a fire ball shot
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