it's business casual sex. like no kissing, shake hands after, occasional frequency
he stopped mid-fuck to ask me how my day was....
Just made gatorade. in the bathtub.
I wonder what a non-hungover friday at work is like
Postcard from jail please. Reserving a spot on my fridge.
Are you asking me on a date where we get shithoused and do some fingerpainting?
In college, I had one standard. Penis. A lot has changed since then. Now I really only have one standard. Breathing.
Found a grenade pin. Still no Dave.
I'll remember. Also, I owe you 200 for a pair of shoes that I carelessly bought to improve my spinal structure, to improve my health and ensure that I love to be 300 years old. Like Adam. Of the bible.
I'm so incredibly high right now the fact I am texting is nothing short of miraculous. Call the Pope. Hell make me Saint Roy, patron of stoners.
Dude. Steinbecking. It's when you double-fist coffee and alcohol to help you meet a writing deadline.
Just found an airplane bottle of whiskey and I didn't put it in my coffee. I think I deserve a little recognition this morning.
You really need to stop getting injured so often it's really starting to negatively impact my sex life. Oh and get well soon. . . no seriously though hurry the fuck up.
I don't know, all I remember is waking up at 4 in the morning to him going down on me.
I’m looking forward to our Cougar years. These freshmen know how to fuck
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