My sheets at my parents place are clean. No braveheart but I can paint myself, yell "freedom", and sword fight you with my cock. So come over.
To answer your question of whether I "went back," tits just informed me I was kicked out for falling off my barstool and passing out on the floor...
It was still light ouot when we were walking up Pier Ave and she kept asking if she could suck my nipples.
She gave me a blow job and her mom gave me blueberry muffin afterwards. I love them.
I picked her up for our first date on a fucking horse. Of course I got a BJ.
This girl can open a bottle without using her hands and she's 21. She meets my standards
we made out at a charity event. really i was helping the fight against aids...
And I'm supposed to be surprised that you got another concussion?
Just had a thought: were the sirens on when we were in the ambulance?
It wasn't random sex though, it was almost a relationship, built on lies and sex
The smoke alarm went off as soon as we opened the closet.
Bering your kids um. Abiout tol. Throw up
Going to jail was so much more fun than I thought it would be. I feel like I walked away with more than just a bomb-ass mugshot, I feel like I made some life long friends.
Celebratory bar crawl?
There are both cum and chocolate stains on my sheets. Can't decide whether this is a new low or a new high.
Unless it involves a lot of whiskey, an ACDC concert, and a guy named Juan from the Philippines, then I'm not interested.
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