The next morning she woke up and asked who I was and where she was.
she was wearing a cheetah print one-piece and i slept with her anyway. big mistake.
that last vodka shot was definitely the straw that broke the camels alcohol tolerance level
I guess I should mention that I have already fucked the Fed Ex guy.
That changes everything.
i need to know the scientific term for a guy's taint so i can explain what i did last night.
wanna hang out tonight and remember it?
ENDLESS SCROLLING ON TUMBLR WAS MADE FOR HIGH PEOPLE!
Have introduced beer-pong to my work's Tuesday lunches.
I think I pulled my groin stumbling back from the bar. That or the hippo I woke up next to.
For the record, chili cheese fritos are not a chaser.
She said " I'm going to get her back one day soon for putting extacy in my pop while I drove her to whislter" just a heads up.
You can't play that off as role play thing. You held my hips and kept yelling "put a baby in me!" That shit ain't cool.
for some reason leaving your socks onmakes it less meaningful.
Pregnancy has ruined porn for me. I can't watch a hot chick get it on without being jealous of her perfectly waxed shit. I can't even see my shit.
do I look like a person who has full control of their limbs and existence on this plane of reality
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