I told her the white crusty stuff on my boxers was frosting not cum. She seemed MORE grossed out then
He keeps asking where i got my clothes and accessories. i'm not sure if he wants to fuck me, or go shopping.
So basically our separate showers turned into one shower, to save water, which turned into a bath, which turned into sex on the bed, which turned into drinking beer in the bed, and thats what the stain is from... bud light. sorry.
I know it should be off bounds, but can this be the chick we all sleep with at some point? I can write it off as drunken mistake, you all just have to come up with equally good excuses
We're cuddling on the couch that me and his brother had sex on...this feels wrong
Yes I have a handle on life. A handle of Svedka.
he called us the olsen twins. we also rapped ignition much to his dismay.
Nothing says never again like hurling in the shower.
I don't know. I was hiding and the bed was banging. I am going to sleep now in someone's car.
I didn't want to have shaved for no reason, so I told him I'd blow him if he would just come over and appreciate the smoothness of my legs.
If we tried baptizing you I feel the water would start boiling around you.
Like when I see him I look straight through his appearance and just envision a big walking penis.
I bought more beer than I could carry and managed to fit it all in the fridge. It's an alcoholicmas miracle.
Worse. He's Mormon. At least a gay guy will go get drinks with me.
Don't get into any trouble on your trip
The only foreseeable trouble would be pregnancy, but I gotta be sterile otherwise I'm beating some pretty fucking incredible odds
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