They are baked and once again have spent the last 45 mins talking about opening up a world wide business called "pickle on a stick"
my mom took me to a gay bar and went on and on about all her good times at clubs... i now know where i get it
Apparently 'she used to sleep with my brother' is not an acceptable answer to how do you know each other.
She made me go down the fire escape when her mom came for breakfast.
I'm pretty sure whiskey overrules bulimia in the eyes of Texas boys
Almost bit the guy's hand who sits in front of me because he was stretching. That. Bored.
One minute you were celebrating, the next you were bleeding all over your Nikes.
he was high. i was rolling face. we were both wearing grateful dead t shirts. at that point it's like we had no choice but to fuck
The fabulous human disaster: it is him
I just want a relatively mentally stable guy with tattoos and facial hair that loves Captain America as much as I do and will fuck me the way I deserve to be fucked, is that too much to ask for?
Now all I have unanswered questions and a fucked up finger
Thank you, BTW, for defiling my bed. Glad it was done well.
All I remember is that I was trying to call my wolf pack by howling.
If one more dude who finds out I'm a cop asks to see me in uniform I'm gonna become asexual
Turns out dignity is priceless and Plan B costs $41.09
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