you could tell him that chauvinism doesn't go very well with his gay homemade tank top
All we did was argue about ponys and drug dealers
you kept looking at stripers and saying " Go to College"
i'm not sure when i reached "slam my own hand in the door" status but my half attached fingernail is not grateful.
I remember desperately screaming that I love my life and running in zig zags all the way home
he's definitely still old enough to be your dad. even your grandfather, if you come from a line of juvenile delinquents
You fucked him. I baby bird fed him whiskey . I feel like we've bonded.
I feel like you just railed me after that sext
Also, I've finally come to the point in the relationship when having sex with socks on is ok.
Was i rolling around in a parking lot last night
I'm excited for him and his new girlfriend. I'm just going to miss his penis is what I'm saying.
In between explaining the best feminist lenses for the myth of Persephone and doing vodka shots with my friends she dragged me into my car and gave me an Earth shattering blow job. Honestly I think I'm in love.
He ate me out while I was playing bejeweled. It was the greatest moment of my life.
So how do u get your coat out of the coat room when someone is fucking on it?
The bartender remember my drink from last sat. I think we just became drocals...drunk. locals.
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