Being 21 is my favorite hobby I'm really good at it
He was wearing his Class of 2007 shirt so I sat there for 5 minutes and read all the names of the guys I can remember giving head to.
I've realized that my life is in no way structured to be compatible with monogamy. I'm not adjusting to this well.
I enjoyed our heart to heart in the trunk on the way to the stripclub
I could of sworn you were praying in the strip club.
The video of him doing the dougie made me telling him I didn't want a relationship, just his virginity so much easier.
We need to do something soon. I need like 4,000 beers and a cigarette.
I'm drawing the line at your vagina. I will not accompany you to get that pierced and/or tattooed. There's got to be some mystery to our relationship.
I didn't have toilet paper until 20 minutes ago. But I have champagne. Priorities.
He was on my bed looking at me like a sacrifice to the gods of gay sex and he's definitely a bottom. Like Jesus Christ a really, really great ass of a bottom.
His cat must have been laying on his dick, because now my face is covered in hives
He woke me up, handed me a ringing phone and said break up w her for me. That hung over.
I'm tired of the topic. I sent him a pic of my vagina to change it.
My memory of last night is a delicious blur of tits, ass, and alcohol.
You laid on the floor and pet their rug. and then demanded Voss water.
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