i don't know how boys match. i think shoes & belt are the only thing. it doesn't matter. i just know if they look stupid.
you spent the like half the night trying to figure out the puzzles on the back of the captn crunch box
For a whole 2 minutes you were convinced you were talking to my voicemail
Had to make a piece of abstract art. Your dick is in it
I puked all over his apartment, then slept with the skinniest girl here. Which isn't saying much in Ohio.
Turns out my drunken logic and wordsmithing isn't quite the same as the sober version. I'm pretty sure I made fun of the managers mom at one point
we didnt even make it to the club...the two of us were sharing a plastc bag in the taxi puking into it.
Last comment. I know of no exercises, diets or practices out there to help keeping balls young and healthy. They simply succumb to gravity.
What happens at the gay bar stays at the gay bar. Except that I sold my panties for $100. People should know that.
struggle bus is officially taking me on a road trip to hell. If this is just the first destination, I'll jump out the fucking window.
My arrest report says I was found in midtown "performing lewd and lascivious acts on top of art meant for public display and enjoyment".
He won a jackpot and invited his ex girlfriend over to have sex on 5grand
I know. His dick was small at the top and got bigger at the bottom, like a fucking curling wand.
So if I run into you on the street, I'm supposed to just stop drop and suck your dick?
I know you won't see this for awhile, but I had to tell somebody, and you're like the only person who won't judge me for having an accidental erotic encounter with General Tso's chicken.
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