His moose knuckle keeps winkin at me
Ha i know. My vag can't go too crazy for a boy halfway across the country. It doesn't have that good of range
you never know, standards drop, they turn gay, shit happens.
As we walked into his room, he said welcome to the hurt locker. I should have left, but I love that movie.
The only reason anyone found out he threw up is because everyone heard it sizzle the bonfire out.
Forgot to mention there might be a picture of me being thrown in the air while at a Mexican restaurant
French people screaming and throwing stuff out the window. We told the manager and he's pissed and going up there. This is gonna be like cops. Maybe better than cops.
He will. He has no choice. What's he gonna do? Find a better fuck buddy? We both know that's not possible. I'm the ideal friend with benefit. Minus snoring and uneven tits.
I just want to let you know that when you try and lie about the "solid 10" you brought home last night, I've got a picture of her and about 10 reasons you should have left her at the bar starting with those martin scorsese eyebrows.
not a day goes by that I don't wish you were here or I there. Today it was because I had the desire to get high and go look at the jellyfish at the aquarium and you're the perfect buddy for that.
We fucked so hard that when I orgasmed I tore his towel rack off the wall. He was more impressed than mad.
Naw. I'm tired and I'd have to shave my legs. I doubt the sex or the company would be worth it.
So random question. Does beer act the same as other alcohol disinfectants?
He literally knows my vagina better then I do.
A dozen fresh-baked cookies delivered to my dorm AND I don't have chlamydia or gonorrhea... Could this night get any better??
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