so the situation is a+b=c where "a" is how much you weight, "b" is my gravitational pull, and "c" is how erect your penis is.
I wouldn't call it sex. It's like when you put a plug in a socket half way. It's not all the way in but it still turns on the light.
Its trashy in the best of ways. Like a stripper working to pay for college.
we have to get out to the bar earlier. all of the guys are already committed to the girls they're going home with.
I need to stop taking drags of other peoples cigarettes, it's such a tease. Like playing just the tip, you just can't
I'm pretty sure I just had a convo with my hot pockets about how they weren't good enough for the oven.
dizzyuy bat. 3.453 lkos. hoit sx, now im single. blackouteed
Uhh, there's a legit bruise on my boob.. Again how does he manage this
He cheated on me in real life. I can cheat at words with friends.
He is like a dragon that makes me want to spread my butt cheeks, so he can fill me with hot fire.
It's a never ending cycle of men I've fucked knowing other men I've fucked. I need a new town.
And THIS is why we get drunk. No good story, documentation, or event happens by eating a salad. Alcohol consumption leads to good things
Dude I should have just gone home with the guy with dreads and the cat
Remember last NYE when after the 9th shot of tequila you went on full crazy mode and made out with the 50 y/o doorkeeper? and he called you the next day?
I like the new guy, he keeps beer in the fridge.
Randomize
