I can handle NPR. I speak hippie. I took it in college.
She stopped mid-blowjob to introduce herself to us
she was sobbing drunk in the backseat about her dead cat and how the guy in the front seat didn't want to hook up with her
Shots and making dong molds for my gf's friends. Typical Monday night activities.
Also I have uncooked pasta. I was hoping that could get cooked at your place. Don't ask about the circumstances that I came into ownership of uncooked pasta
Side note: the physics of a guy my size and age getting laid in the backseat of a Toyota Camry are absolutely staggering
I just remembered that last night I seriously contemplated swallowing the cap to my toothpaste
Like I respect him so much I would suck his dick
In a very non respectful way
I just took a service station dump so foul I had to buy gas out of guilt
The cup holder in my recliner holds a whole bottle of wine. That's definitely a sign.
That's pretty intense. There aren't many people I would pick over a burrito
I am rewearing my dress from last night. I only wore it for like two hours before fucking. And I took it off first so no cock contact. This is my new standard of cleanliness.
I keep finding granola in my bed. This is what I get for sleeping with a guy from Oregon.
Waxing your own asshole is awkward and difficult at best.
Do you know anything about how the saran wrap ended up on my toilet seat?
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