A big part of growing up is learning how to tastefully stare at women
only if we run a train.
done.
All my problems are solved. I just got McDonalds and scratch off lottery tickets.
I go to guys houses late at night, have a little fun, come back by dawn having made their life a little bit better. I am the official blow job fairy.
Good thing I was dressed to impress in my "I went nuclear on my wings" shirt even the girls are making out and I'm still 7th wheeling it...
Whiskey and an unstable home life is apparently the fountain that 20-something boys like to drink from.
She looks well worn, presumably from a cavalcade of penis.
She's got Mike in the bathroom. He's covered in meat.
I mostly blame me being such a miserable fuck on the fact that I was born on a Monday.
I was struggling morally, but once I let go, I came pretty hard.
I don't know man. She said my cock made her promises my heart couldn't fulfill.
Why are you drunk at the library?
Why not?
So I was laying on the couch reading a book and he texted me. All I saw was the image of him spitting on my vagina last night in the moonlight. I gagged.
I was having a dream that I was swimming in a pool filled with melted chocolate but woke up to find I had poured chocolate milk all over my body
yeah i ran into him at the bar at 11pm. he started talking about engineering and the next thing i know it's 4am and i'm naked on top of him.
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