He called the drink "The Annexation of Puerto Rico". He wouldn't tell us whats in it but said that we should all fear for our lives. Let's do this.
Do you want the something i can tell my mom in ten year version or the you're gonna call me a whore but be proud version?
then he tried to tell me how many times he had seen Scott's dick. his estimate was about 180 times. he thought I didn't understand.
We need to reprogram your vagina to say "no"
So update from last night: I made friends with a coke dealer, I tore the card scanner off the wall of my dorm, and I passed out on our bathroom counter with my head in the sink.
The weed is temporarily burning the grammar section of my brain library.
These bubbles make my penis feel like it is resting on clouds.
I actually want to work out for some reason... I think it's my brains way of telling me it doesn't like living in a fat body.
I'm to the point where I'm fantasizing about Iron Chefs going down on me.
We watched playoff games and fucked so we could both see the TV. I've now found true love.
Fire trucks are here again. It wasn't me this time.
I'm not in it for just the sex. If I wanted mediocre dick once a week I would have stayed with one of my exes.
I got St Patrick's Day drunk on Friday and apparently ordered a Total Gym in the middle of the night
Just slather his penis with BBQ sauce
The air tonight was full of shame when we saw each other.
Well if u wouldn't have had sex on the front porch last night I think that could have been avoided.
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