He's telling me stories about how he made out with a 14 yr old when he was 22. I'm going home.
DAMN! I hate it when i drunkenly erase all my "sent message" and wake up in the morning and my inbox is full of "WTF?" and "Huh?" messages.
I think you're the first person to ever call Louisville, KY a "romantic getaway".
He gave me an orgasm with his left hand...and he's right handed. Of course he's a keeper.
His little brother just walked in, asked me if I'd blown his brother yet and then announced that he and his friends were going to play outside so we could play too.
I just got a reminder alert on my phone for an event I titled "Bradley getting stupid high with me in bed." I assume we planned this during the party. I'm down if you are.
When I see myself in tank tops and push up bras I seriously wonder why I'm not President.
I want to put in my resignation as an adult. From now on I will be spending my time drinking beer and skiing.
I am trying to take a picture of a man in a wheelchair trying to ship a michael jackson portrait
Andy was trying to screw his door shut from the inside so no one could get in.
But for real, I had the best sex of my life on that bunk bed
He should just accept that I want his dick and his friendship. Can't he understand that I don't do emotions?
just give up on your dreams and come get shit house drunk with me.
..and by hang out i don't mean fucking then going back home i mean let's get something to eat & watch a movie and fuck sometime in between.
no fucks will be given and no pants will be worn
i'll bring the vodka
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