Well I think that's a good thing that I'm not full of someone else.
By the end of the night i was making legitimate noises not just saying moo.
Just please never masturbate in my bed again. I'm burning my sheets as I write this.
No clues in my phone. Only dialed call: my own social security number. And that was before 10:00pm.
He told me about how he pissed his pants last weekend like it was a normal part of conversation. Within 10 minutes I was going home with him. I think he put me under some kind of spell.
Using our apartments online floor/space planner to see how many beer pong tables we can fit. Dont think they had this in mind when they put this thing online.
Probably not lol but were fitting as many as possible
No more jager for that guy. He jacked the neighbor kids big wheel, rode around making jet noises, then passed out behind the wheel and rolled it and broke his wrist
Also I just had a flash back ... He told me I have nice nipples and then asked me about yours..
I mean I want to go somewhere. I just don't want to put on pants or behave.
His encouragement of my recreational drug use is the backbone of our nonrelationship. That, and rough animal sex and loud music.
Those thigh tattoos deserve the handsomest of grins between them. Dont settle.
she was concerned about my dick piercings.
you kept shouting 'jesus penis' when i was on the phone with 911
can you bring the lube to algebra tomorrow
Trying to decide if I'm relieved or disappointed that I didn't receive any fuck boi calls on nye
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