party is dying down. we just wrote whore in the yard with gas. Photos to come.
When we were fucking, you could hear the beer sloshing around in my stomach
Admittedly I was a little ambitious with some of the positions but you walked in during the worst of it.
What happened on tuesday that a stripper knows my full name?
Am I allowed to say that I would really enjoy blowing you again? Or does that fall into the "nothing changes between us" catagory?
Still had my bottle opener ring on. Started to give him a hand job. LOL
I'm not drinking anymore...and by that, I mean until St. Patrick's Day.
Hahahaaa There's this one girl crying hysterically and wrapped around (i believe) her ex's leg. He's trying to shake her off without spilling his beer. This is fucking priceless.
That moment when you notice a tiny IR camera pointing at you, in your bed, at the apartment you found on Craigslist.
Last night you snap chatted some chick a pic of bottle service with the caption "send tits"
How early is too early for a booty call on a Monday night?
Yeah bunch of crazy shit... Makes you wonder how anyone found someone before tinder
I just used my dick as to measure where my desk would go because I don't have a tape measure or a ruler.
I gave him a hand job in the parking lot... now he thinks we're meant for each other...
Don't drink and try to take a shower. I thought I was drowning
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