google image searching george stephanopoulos at 1 AM on a saturday night...once again
I feel uncomfortable when she gargles my jizz.
Hooked up with my first aid and cpr teacher last night. She dressed as a lifeguard and brought me back to life. Beat that.
apparently my insurance doesn't cover road head. Bummer.
I havnt even moved into my new place yet and there's already a county sheriffs card taped to the door with my name on it asking me to call him
... Already stepped in vomit and got a dirty look from a fat in a neck brace
It was fine until he came back to my place, grabbed a beer, HIGH-FIVED me, and left.
Can't even walk I haven't tried talking but I probably can't do that either
Don't worry, I'm sure your thrusting skills are on point.
I looked so sad that Jessica gave me a bar of soap. So that's where I'm at.
I don't WANT a sex disease! Especially one assigned to me by my supervisor..
sorry for running off in the middle of that heart to heart. free food.
It's becoming clear to me that I am not sugar baby material. I don't think I could handle old balls long term.
So uh... Did you mail me business cards that describe my profession as "tortured soul"?
you know its getting late when the "nevers" are turning into "maybe"
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