Let me rephrase. Would it display my intentions too much if i walked all the way across my office and into the bathroom carrying my book
Cumbucket.....OH MY GOD THAT COMES UP AUTOMATICALLY NOW!!
Come see our sink grown plant.
as we were driving back from the frat house he pulled down his pants and convinced me his penis "wanted some air"
I wore my underwear in the shower just in case i passed out and you had to come in and get me
the cops didn't wanna shut the tailgate down but the strippers weren't allowed to take money without a license or somthing
I don't know what happen last night but the fact that it's 9 am and I need to put my dick in something means it didn't go as planned.
I don't think I'm emotionally ready for this blow job.
I think I'm still fucked. I can see the electricty going through the street car lines
I feel like a cloud. A cloud that wants to be laid.
I had lunch with him today and quietly mourned his wasted good looks on such a disappointing set of genitals.
Just took a shower for the sole purpose of getting off without using my hands... I've reached a new level of summer-lazy.
We discussed how many times we've passed out during sex. The answers may shock you.
It makes me feel all patriotic & free... And borderline diabetic.
They were playing some sort of fast food scavenger hunt game as an ice breaker. Some chick stamped a Starbucks logo on my hand and told me to go find the girl with the matching stamp and fill her with cream.
Dave had an Arby’s stamp and some sorority girl grabbed him and screamed “I’ve have the meat!”\n
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