before i die, we are going to oregon and playing oregon trails for real. like putting things in a hat & people will pull out whether they live or die. and they die of fun things like typhoid, dysentary, or hunting accident.
I'm proud of us, I'm cleaning up the place and I haven't found a single beer can that isn't empty.
Nothing makes my dick softer than hot girls in rain boots.
she reminds me of the kind of girl who'd fuck in church if you asked. I can dig it.
can your parents tell?
i just had a cookie in one hand and a phone in the other and tried to eat my phone...they know
Just look for the house with the beer knights.
He kept moaning America instead of Erica while fucking me.
I need to figure out how to tell my doctor that I don't want to fix my possible fertility problems until AFTER I'm done whoring around in my 20s.
I stuck a note to his door with my gum explaining why i couldn't spend the night. as i was walking away, he opened the door...i fell down and played dead. deffinitly didn't see me.
But the real question is how many people didn't see my dick last night?
Maybe. I want to have sex at the fire station, most likely on one of the trucks. I wonder if I can finagle that before I tire of the spelling and grammatical errors in his texts.
I decided not to look up the nudes, because I believe that there is a line, and that mocking my old classmate's horrid nudes alone crosses that line.
His exact words: "I don't have anything you can't treat with antibiotics."
He walked into the bar with a pillow and put his head down...nuff said
I have finally found someone I enjoy for reasons that do not necessarily include his dick
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