I feel like I got hit by a truck made out of Jack Daniels.
Its trashy in the best of ways. Like a stripper working to pay for college.
Sunscreen. In my vag. I hate summer sex.
He walked into the party with a case on one shoulder and a boom box on the other of course I fucked him
Yes perhaps we are both wrong. And did you call me bj girl?
I am omw to AA Fellowship by the sea w Jenny and a stripper who just paid for our jetski with 85 $1 bills
Well it's 2pm. Time for another game of "Who, What, Where". The game where you try to guess who this girl is, what happened last night, and where'd your shit go. I'm going for 1/3 today.
That's better than I've done so far.
So I ripped my crotchless fishnet body suit when my drunk ass tried to crawl through the crotch to put it on.
HELP A SISTER OUT. AND KEEP YOUR TONGUE OUT OF THE HUMMUS.
TOO HIGH TO FIGURE THIS SHIT OUT
We are sitting here staring into each others eyes, mutually rubbing forks up and down our respective noses. High as balls doesn't even begin to cover it.
Do you know how many guys' fantasies I've been told I'm a part of lately?!
Just 2. But still.
learned the hard way that breakfast jack daniels is a lot stronger than lunch or dinner jack daniels.
What part of the grouping of the words "anal beads" confuses you?
ready for a night of bad decisions, horrible moral standards, and an unhealthy amount of illegal substances.
I need to find a divorced guy with a boat and let my tits do the talking
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