i threw up in a trash can last night at kellys irish times. but in a trash can because i'm a lady
My drug dealer asked me out. What's the protocal for this?
You sent her a pic of your dick with 'guess what you cant have anymore' written on it with a marker.
So I have the professor convinced that the textbook will take another week to deliver. that should give me enough time to replace the cash i spent on strippers.
remember.. you're not a homewrecker.. you're just creating options for him..
I just helped a group of highschool stoners find a safe place to smoke I feel like a responsible rolemodel
you can't tell me it's over and send me pics of you and your cat?
If I get over there and the april fools joke is that there's no HBO, I'm setting fire to the place.
You kind of have a nervous, desperate thing going on that isn't exactly catnip for bitches
Felt like shit, jerked off, felt ten times better. Being a guy rules. It's like I got all the demons out in 5 minutes.
We smoked a blunt in a stall where a drag queen was fucking a bartender in the ass. So theres gonna be a second date :)
he's just got his life so together and it makes my pussy wet.
you bit my nipple really hard and then looked at me and said 'i feel responsible for the state of your nipples'
You should come over tomorrow. Wine, pizza and my vagina. Those are all great things.
Despite how often it occurs, I have absolutely no interest in having sex with myself
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