I think I saw a glimmer of recognition, but she must not have been able to make me out through all of her whorishness.
Could guys at least pretend I require some amount of money to be spent before I randomly go down on them?
Now that I'm the boss, there's nobody to yell at me for smelling like a bar in the morning.
it's business casual sex. like no kissing, shake hands after, occasional frequency
I'm going to kill the bastard that switches my hot hookups from the previous night with ugly chicks
Everytime I think about NYE, my gag reflex kicks in.
i don't think my life will be extraordinarily more meaningful if i let him put his tongue in my butthole.
im really going to miss that car, so many blow jobs...
trying to figure out why the only thing in our freezer is an expired loaf of bread, a white t shirt, and a receipt from taco bell for 37.50 from last Friday
My exam ends at 4pm so I plan to be passed out in the bar by 5pm. Want to join me?
Quote from doctor, "that is a VERY angry vagina".
I'm fucked.
Holding your hair back while you puked wasn't a choice. I was handcuffed to you.
I'm not a morning person, and, trust me, no matter how good your cock may be, it will not turn me into one.
the guy in front of me in walmart is buying a blowtorch, potato chips, and condoms. I'm curious and horrified at the same time.
I have dined. Now I want to get fucked.
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