He started to lick my mole,thinking it was my nipple.
she's just sitting in a corner ripping all of the filters off her menthols
you threatened to puke on the table cause they didnt serve eggs Benedict
We tried to line dance with everyone but it turned into drunken stumbling and attempting to grind on random frat boys. I feel that this might turn into an every Thursday thing.
They want me to get them some X for there wedding present. I'm on the way to get it now
She made a roadhead CD. Can I marry her?
Think of this as an opportunity. Like Jesus just opened up his closet, and inside is an endless supply of huge, beautiful cock.
...if you're living vicariously thought me, that was a great blow job you just gave in the B&N parking lot.
I just had nipple jewelry returned to me in the law library.
Realized it was likely to be cursed, didn't want my own Johnson magically turning into some sort of fire breathing reptile and eating me
That is an interesting fear as well as image
Also, I've finally come to the point in the relationship when having sex with socks on is ok.
My manager just held my hair while I threw up in a dumpster. New low.
also I saw his dick in the morning light and it was glorious. Like staring upon your birthday cake you ordered from heaven and going " can't wait to eat that later"
you gave me money for the cab and then walked home..
What doesn't this kid understand that our relationship is not going past the blacked out blowjob I gave him on his birthday?
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