life is all about the fine print - all i wanted was a fucking pony.
i checked my sent messages this morning and i had apparently tried to text the bar, saying "idk what i drank, do you?"
Using his name makes it all too personal. I refuse to get attached to this one. This is all about ass. He doesn't get a name.
He was hiding behind my bedroom door. at noon. Wearing a t shirt. And a condom. Not attractive.
I will never in my life forget you letting the cat lick your tongue
He bought my favorite ceral.. I've guess I've earn the status as one of his regular fuck buddies. I feel honored and proud. His roommates girls don't get this treatment.
Nhl reached an agreement. I plan on getting me some celebratory sex from a hockey player.
Lesbians had sex in my bed last night. It's a thing of pride
tuscaloosa is terrifying
like people here are just empty shells of drugs and sin
there is no mercy here
I think I just got buffalo sauce on my penis. Is that a turn on or off?
I probably shouldn't be taking relationship advice from my side piece...
I think I was just motorboated by a 4-year old girl.
my grocery list today consisted of condoms. and butter.
umm... whats the butter for?
Your parents are gone and we haven't fucked in their bed... why?
There's something sensual about taking off a pair of socks.
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