Yeah. I hotboxed a windbreaker.
I put it into a sports analogy for him: there are three teams in the league- friends, fuck buddies, and dating, and the fuck buddies roster is full, pick an alternate team
Don't talk about his dick. That's mine. There's a copyright on it. Use with permission
There's a questionable stain on Harley's bed...would they have sex on a dog bed?
let's see, i ended up walking for an hour towards a macdonalds that didnt exist, sprinted full tilt into a powerline, and left a 30 dollar tip to a waitress at dennys we made friends with. I REGRET NOTHING
Just remember, if we get caught, you're deaf and I don't speak English.
The least you could do is send me some gibberish so I know you're alive.
Fuhga
Thank you.
Officially crunch time. It's my last year of grad school and I've yet to get blown in a school library. The parking garage was less than a block away though.
Then he shook the next streetlight but this one broke and fell over. He told me, "This is the part where we run."
Home-made laxative recipe: activia yogurt and tequila shots. Any ratio ought to work.
I may or may not be setting up an encounter with a foot fetishist just because I'm curious.
In going to go underground and live with the mole people for a while.
If you're not my stylist, having sex with me, or agreeing to have sex with me don't fucking touch my hair.
But actually he solved 40% of my life problems just in one dicking
He said watch this and then went and tripped into a group of 40 year old women, now he's leaving the club with them.
Randomize
