my mouth smells like i just ate out a crab.
By connection do you mean me drunkenly grinding my ass on his lap for an extended period of time? If so, then yes, we had a "connection"
You just kept rubbing her head and repeating "I really like your head, I want your head..." over and over for like 10 minutes straight... And she didnt even stop you.
I'm being an old woman and getting trashed in a night gown in public...of course it's going to be fun
Exactly. Because my vagina can't be consoled with words. It requires a thicker form of communication
you pulled down your pants to convince a girl you were god
The guy you fucked with the lazy eye is here, im avoiding contact by texting you. But i just looked up and he recognizes me, theres no way he doesnt. I'd remember the girl who called me quasimodo all night too. Sober me feels so bad.
I'll just have to do enough fangirling for the both of us. Nipples engaged.
You leaned over so she could squirt ketchup in your hair and then started chanting "KETCHUP NIGHT!! KETCHUP NIGHT!!!"
she's sitting there like the lesbian godfather. A cigarette in one hand and a titty in the other.
I've now spilled wine and got poptarts all over my cast. So much for my doc taking me seriously...
I've decided to give up hard drugs for the rest of the year.
We drank vodka and koolaid through a traffic cone. It got rowdy.
Plus you get to call him out on being a dick. It's more satisfying than ever sex I've ever had.
What's the blow job-backrub exchange rate these days? I've got some killer stress knots
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