And he tried to make it as casual as possible by asking where i was going on vacation while he was poundin me.
So does it count as really great road-head if he ran over 3 mailboxes before realizing he was off the road?
I'm eating cereal out of the pocket of my flannel right now
He paid me to blow him while doing a handstand. Does that make me a whore or just a budding gymnast?
It was an 11am booty call. We were both out of our element.
I am in macy's and just straight up heard an old lady taking a crap in her depends.
You need an intervention. You fell into traffic walking home.
Not really. Birthday weekend. Totally jusifiable. Besides I didn't get hit. No harm no foul.
I feel that the drunker I get, the drunker Facebook gets.
Bitch, it's 2 in the afternoon.
I'm taking a shit break of discontent as a personal protest
Update: his apartment is apparently in the campus Christian community center. The fact that I fucked him on the couch in the lobby is officially my crowning life achievement.
How did they ever let a trainwreck like myself run a bar?!
How did people get blow jobs before text messaging?
I would like to reiterate that I went to give lessons and ended up having a three way instead
how the FUCK did i spend 25 dollars at 50 cent beer night?
That is our entire relationship. We match bowls and give each other head. What more could you possibly want?
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