I think I have a pornographic memory.
Don't you mean photographic?
No.
Fuck appropriateness.
Besides, I'm not in my 30's. I'm still allowed to drink wine from a bag.
Either I'm a lot drunker than I thought, or he has three dicks....
I think I'm gonna have to go with the first one...
seeing two hook-ups in tagged in the same picture will send chills down anyone's spine.
I never should have let my cousin and his pregnant girlfriend move in with me. I'm never having sex again. They scare off men more than 'my dream wedding' pin board.
Just so you know, a 6'7" tall gay man, with a martini in one hand and a fairy wand in the other, is not a force to be reckoned with...don't ask.
Body paints and jello. Your canvas awaits
Another sexterpiece awaits
I don't remember where I was but I remembered that I hated everyone there
I shit you not. I was sitting on Brian's balcony...still drunk from the night before, and a hummingbird flew onto the patio, stared me right in the face and flew away. I feel like it was God's way of telling me, "Stop drinking."
And what in gods fuck were you drinking. It tasted like windex with a mixture of juce
I'm sitting next to the guy that peed in our drying machine
I think I had sex with a seagull last night. The window is open and there a feathers everywhere.
You asked me how red your eyes were... they were shut.
Have I told you i love you?
there's no need we are two peas in a naughty pod of fuckery
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