hell yes lets make some ravioli
In America we eat man semen.
And you kept hanging up and calling back because you thought I wasn't greeting you properly.
I mean. If you don't have time I understand, but my dick doesn't.
It's like there's a party and my mouth and everyone's throwing up
I just scratched behind my ear and found icing. Fuck you.
I don't care what anyone says I want strippers at my funeral.
I just found out my mom named me after her fake ID from college...
The problem with Wednesday evening drinking is that no gets to my level. It's like like a one man party. But it's a goood party.
Any man who has a face like that and a bike, deserves a vagina like yours permanently.
Was it fun? The night started with home made Jager and ended in him falling out of a tree with a pocket full of house numbers...you tell me.
Just had a VERY VIVID visualization of wrapping a pizza around my cock and fucking its brains out. Soooooo less weed more dates?
Well I can't be held accountable to know every which time you slid a finger here or slid a finger there. I'm way too busy getting close to climaxing to document these things.
He held my hand in public and I nearly came. Like he needs to be inside of me yesterday.
Sooooooo, can scratch getting a pelvic exam by a man dressed as Woody from Toy Story off my list.
You need to write an essay about this experience.
He was even wearing the hat.
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