Every now and then I'll talk to a creeper for an extended amount of time. Randy, for instance, funded our entire night of horrible decisions.
Same here... Well I was planning on having some sort of deep conversation, but looking at how grim of an outlook tomorrow has on you, I'll just re-inform you that I have your pants.
Having a dry hump session to Alvin and the chipmunks surprisingly didn't kill the mood. He's that good.
There are fucking limits. Jerking another guy off in the bar toes the line.
It's hard to be a gentleman when a girl pauses her karaoke version of "a whole new world," and proceeds to tell the entire bar that she wants your cock in her mouth.
That's cool. At least the punch line of my story isn't I shit in a booth at Denny's.
I'm about to airblow my boyfriend. I'll three-way you.
I have made the descision to sacrifice the first of my family's dogs that wakes me before noon tomorrow. I may quickly become the family outcast
Dude. Cvs sells sex toys. And my discount works on them. Game on.
When one of my seniors asked "Rough night?" I realized my poor decisions involving Tuesday night drinking did not go unnoticed.
HOCKEY BUTTS AND BASEBALL BUTTS HONESTLY DO SOMETHING TO ME
Was just trying to have a normal "I fucked you without a condom" adult conversation and she flipped
Butt Stuff 2016 unites us all
I ask him how he's going, like life and stuff, and he responds "20-0 pats"
Do you really want to know anything about the inner machinations of a furry's mind
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