He was dressed in cheap leather and smelled like death.
It must have been true love
I don't call true love eating a bag of doritos and then going down on each other
ok understand this, i didn't pay for your dinner bc you said i wasn't going to get a blowjob for at least a month... this isn't a mail-in rebate deal, you gotta pay upfront
it's circumsized.
I think this conversation is over.
oh and i'm sorry i sold you for three cigarettes last night
It's like the last supper of drinking before the summer ends
Just pure bliss will emerge from Charles, my tranny bong.
You threw an open can of pop at me while I was lying on the floor babbling and drooling about how I need to be alone forever, me and my leaking face.
Dude you're alone at a bar with a woman, and you're talking about my junk?
I'm not sure how to explain it, but I feel like our penises have a connection. Like long lost brothers. We're not even gay.
I just asked him what would happen if my boobs fought crime. I think I'm cut off.
Plus you get to call him out on being a dick. It's more satisfying than ever sex I've ever had.
I'm just hoping that with all the times he's puked in my yard a mushroom field might grow.
I seriously just had to blow dry my thong.
I always want to see you. Honestly my only hesitation is that my ass is still kind of sore from Sunday 🥺
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