does he have a tent? the camping kind not the boner kind.
I go to guys houses late at night, have a little fun, come back by dawn having made their life a little bit better. I am the official blow job fairy.
He looked at me and said "Last call" before putting his penis away into his boxers
And I'm ok with his balls touching my ass
i yelled at him for a little and we ended up fucking in a random tennis court.
Oh my gosh they are following me around the bar
Blow your rape whistle
Ok well I'll be up all night studying if you need a wake up call or a place to put your penis.
He called me on my way to the bathroom and told me he wanted to hear me pee my beers out... That. Drunk.
Let's just say after this weekend I'm known as Shameous the Irish bar fighter.
all i remember is walking in on u shitting and crying listening to shawty get loose. its safe to say this break up has taken a toll on u
Taking a shit on the side of the road is not how I imagined this morning would start.
All three of us got laid last night. This is what is commonly referred to as the Trifuckta.
How do you forget making out with a coworker in the dressing room at Sears on more than one occasion?
...object impermanence?
Also send boobie pics with bobs burgers in background its the only way to get me off anymore
you don't understand it took me an hour and a half to escape that bed, I had to memorize his sleeping patterns.
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