He had personality for days, but cock for only minutes
Wow my backseat really seemed a lot bigger when we were 16
I caved and texted him. But it's strictly drug dealing business so it doesn't count.
Just found a "how to get laid" book on the dresser and am now a victim of method number 16 corollary 7.
he passed out at 11 at a party. he deserved to be stripped down an duct taped to the floor
For the record, chili cheese fritos are not a chaser.
He didn't dress up but kept finding random pieces of costumes on the floor at each club. He was an 80s hair band warrior at the end of the night.
He said I could pay him back in blow jobs. What's the going rate for those these days?
they sound like some classy girls.
Hey, I don't give them daddy issues, I just take advantage of it. The real bad guy here is American parenting.
Moral of the story is go have sex with a foreigner and report back to me.
But it's ok cause then I turned my tequila blanket into a tequila comforter and I felt no pain
we had a full conversation and he only brought up drugs twice. overall I'd call it a success
your mom was just petting me...I am strangely comfortable with it
One lesson I've learned so far from college: You've always got time for one more shot. Always
Well now I’m in the bathroom puking up absinthe so guess I beat myself up over it one way or the other
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