you told everyone your name was brenda and you had the whole party chanting b-dawgg by the end of the night. successful.
I just speedwalked down the broken metro escalator while high. Basically all my worst fears combined
He screamed "Oh boy! Oh boy!" during climax.
all a guy has to do is give me sprinkles and cookies and they can get me in bed
I can already almost taste penis in my mouth
He will not just "come" out of the closet. He will fall out, 69ing me, with two fingers in his starving asshole, wearing cum splattered lady gaga sunglasses, weeping.
That was the greatest thing i have ever read.
I have a busted ear drum from when he honked his horn when we started to have sex on his car in the parking lot...
I keep telling myself last night was not real, not real, not real. Then I remember I can't move. This hangover is too fucking real.
I just watched some guy take a shot of jack Daniels, chase it with a shot of ciroc & then violently rip his pants off. You have to come here.
I will sleep with anyone I have to to make sure you don't get deported
You're going to be mad because I got baked, but not that mad because I'm bringing home kfc.
No other way to put this but the dick was not worth him crying for an hour after. No more online hookups.
this potential sugar daddy just sent me a photo of him butt naked in the woods saying he wants to "grow our spirits together." so i think i found us a new drug dealer!
Lol, perhaps. But the drinks are so cheap, the music is better, and the bartenders and bouncers all know my name. I can't abandon it, even if it is a gay bar, its still my Nirvana.
My nipples are raw, I've yet to go to bed, I feel like death, and I'm at work. Thank you jack, crown, and Lafayette!
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