I mean, he was my book buddy in 1st grade. The kid taught me how to read, the least I could do was give him head.
We were making out and then he stopped and said to me, "Your ship is right there, why don't you take your people and just go?"
He told me all about his plan for proposing to his girlfriend as pillow talk.
And PS thanks for calling it my "sexual liberation" and not "slut fest 2010: part deux!"
There is nothing like getting stoned and spying on people with binoculars
I mean it's not my fault he had a floor mat that read "put out or get out". What was I supposed to do?
He was so good, that I'm pretty sure he fucked his religion into me. P.S. I'm Jewish now.
I think the closest to heaven you can get in this world is your morning dump after a night of Molly
you kept saying "i will not *breathe* regret this *breathe* in the morning *breathe* i just gotta remember *breathe* to BREATHE"
He asked me the next morning if he fell asleep inside of me. Drunk is an understatement.
Masturbating to the DNC live stream. Not my proudest moment
i spent most of my hangover doing the math to figure out the last of the alcohol would be metabolized from my system.
thank you pre-med degree.
Bro I just got a hand job playing tiny wings.. Hell yea
His 89 y/o father walked in on us. Judging by the gasp/moan, I don't think the 1920s prepared him to see another dude inside his son.
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