i don't know how boys match. i think shoes & belt are the only thing. it doesn't matter. i just know if they look stupid.
i dont think there is any level of not caring that i havent covered in the last month
I'm pretty sure you're not supposed to hit on someone with another guy's semen in your hair. not even at ihop.
I didn't know there was such thing as a bad orgasm. Until him.
Im only slightly posetive that left over guacamole and wine are unacceptable for breakfast at 6.30 am
There is an empty space on my boobs where glow paint should be.
Mr. Clingalot just ran from our apartment. What the hell?
I started to cry afterward and mumble random things. Examples: "God, please don't make me be so gay anymore" and "my mom is going to be so proud of me for fucking a dude this time." It was that or let him stay the night and cuddle. I mean, fuck that horrible shit I'm a girl that needs her space.
I guess crabs is what I get for sleeping with my ex.
You're just gonna have to make the sacrifice man.
I'm trying to hide in the table.
My husband has seen you naked more times this week than me. I don't consider it a bad thing since you keep bringing the booze to our house. And because my tits are bigger.
My concern for you and peanut butter is the reason I am still awake.
I have to make calls today at work. So I'm gonna call your phone and leave some random messages. Just delete them.
There's a dude wearing a banana suit at the house across the street....
Yeah. We're taking this fuck buddy relationship to the next level. Sober weekday sex.
On this version of “Dean Can’t Be a Normal Fucking Human,” I told a guy I’d shove a tv up his ass. Recreationally.
Plasma, LED or OLED?
Randomize
