i should write a book entitled 'the joys of being sexually objectified'
she had a pic of herself in a bikini as the wallpaper on her iPhone... I'm sensing a Tyra banks kinda girl. shit.
You bet me 100 dollars that the Raiders would win the super bowl this year. I have it on tape.
His mom walked into the kitchen smiling, made a scotch on the rocks, hit my bong, and told us goodnight enthusiastically. He's suddenly more appealing to me.
Talk me down man. Writing a paper drunk and about to buy Celine Dion's greatest hits.
You made everyone who was on the patio sit on the floor and join your "ship" because you were the Captain. It was cool though. You let me be your 1st Mate.
Hillary is trying to make pickle pops with vodka and sell them to kids at the ball park.
He led me to his room and handed me the remote, he left to go take a shower and there is a group of guys across the hall just staring at me... Its like they know something i dont. Help me.
You should have hard cock pics on hand to send in the situation that you can't stop driving, pull out your cock, browse the countless pics I've sent you of my tits, get him hard and text a pic through. I mean, it's simple sexting ettiquette.
I was wearing my get used bookstore shirt when we fucked. Ironic yet appropriate.
My uterus is doing all sorts of karate moves to break free of my body.
I just ordered $70 worth of pizza and I'm not even ashamed. Happy Valentine's Day to me.
Are there rules against fucking your ex's dealer?
She'd probably like you more if you'd stop fucking her husband.
She totals her lexus and all she wants is to have crazy wild sex.
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