i remember introducing him to all my posters and making him be extra nice to frank sinatra and bob dylan before he fucked me
Everything that you guys said happened came back to me. like a tidal wave of regret.
He managed to tell me he was blind in one eye and convince me to have sex with him in the same conversation. It's love.
Not much, just your average college male Sunday cleaning period blood out of the carpet.
Tell me you're kidding.
Besides scarred, I'm not much of anything right now.
If you were curious as to how many pounds of bagged marijuana can fit in the trunk of a 2010 Chevrolet Aveo, we now have the answer
He told me about how he pissed his pants last weekend like it was a normal part of conversation. Within 10 minutes I was going home with him. I think he put me under some kind of spell.
Um of course I blew him. He brought me a shamrock shake. It was two o’clock in the morning on St. Patrick’s Day. There was no smoother move basically. He totally earned that head.
I inadvertently smoked 6 blunts at one time. We just kept passing them around...I didn't know what happened until it was over. I can't walk.
I mean, the sex was awesome last weekend, but I didn't even imagine I'd reached ovarian rupture status.
Our host-mom was rubbing her back sympathetically going "muy bien, chica" while she puked on the beach. So yeah, I think we got the best one.
And then I fed you egg rolls in bed as you were screaming I'm moving out
Just for once I'd like my first interaction with a new GP to not be an obvious sex injury.
His idea of a night out is drinking beer in the driveway. He's been on house arrest too long
He corrected my spelling during sexting.
I think we have some hyper-understanding of each other when drunk, because looking back at our text convo from last night, they were literally just jumbled letters.
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