He was so bad, he was dry humping me and his dick was nowhere close to my vagina.
Just so we're on the same page, we cannot have been the first people to have ever thought about shooting that guy with crossbow
i remember getting really pissed off when you wouldn't let me sleep in the garage with your cat.
I was going to call you an awful person for that. but then i realized we're both awful people.
Really* awful people.
This is so pathetic it makes me miss snorting lines alone in my room listening to 'one more drink'.
Am I allowed to say that I would really enjoy blowing you again? Or does that fall into the "nothing changes between us" catagory?
You SHOULD feel empty, we were at the top of our game, and by that i mean snorting things we don't understand and only a few steps away from adultery.
There is a 5-year old here fighting 'drunk monkeys'. He tried to knock a drink out of my hand with a plastic light saber...
yeah, I don't think I'm getting into the baseball game tonight. The security guard definitely saw me bowl over that child.
All I'm saying is that if you have time for a 20 min shower bj you have time for me
This morning I woke up in the entrance of a retirement home. Memory fragments from last night: making it rain with the contents of my wallet over the bridge, getting hit by a car, and a lot of running.
Only real friends lend their restraints to engagedfriends to fool around with married strangers.
He's very cute and has a totally sit-able face.
Would an open wound count as good sex or bad sex?
This whole thing is fucking bullshit. I should be wasting all my hard-earned money at Planet Con this weekend but NOOOOOOOOO. Now I'll never get Roy Thomas to sign my comic
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