I remember going home with 2 girls. Woke up with 4.
so he expects you to be his vegas whore for the season. nice.
He's like the fucking Houdini of bras. Not only did I not feel him take it off I didn't find it until two days later.
we were having sex and she freaked out when i said nipple
i'm laying naked in your bed you should probably come home
move.
It was the gentlest way I could hit on a girl who just got hit by a car
I woke up naked on the bathroom floor. the tile grout marks on my boobs hurt, i mananged to use a roll toilet paper as a pillow. never again. did we eat salad?
1.) where are you? 2.) you making meatballs? 3.) Meatballs for sex?
They just caught the deck on fire and I ran out with cups off the beer pong table filled with water from the toilet. It was the closest water source.
I knew it was on when he was dancing on stage and I gave him a dollar so in return he ripped my tit out of my shirt and started sucking on it IN THE MIDDLE OF THE BAR.
I picked up a chick last night on crutches wearing a I am boobman tshirt. I love raves.
So really what you're asking for is an allowance to not have sex on our futon.
It was great. We stayed up all night talking about objects he'd put in his theoretical vagina.
He started out in my roommates bed and by the end of the night was in mine, not sure how that went down. But he left happy in the morning.
Found someone cuddling with my Uggs this morning. Guess the hundred pillows laying next to him weren't good enough.
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