Found a bar with a washer and dryer and they serve food. I never have to leave
I dont know if he should be happy or mad about it but he's too big for a blow job.
just found glitter in my belly button...seriously when will this nightmare end
Well then. It seems like we have a Mexican standoff of genitals
you shall refer to me as my indian name from now on...running with dumb cunts
Just so we're clear this time around: This is dinner with my FAMILY. Not an opportunity for you to drink too much, and use the word "dick-thumpin" in casual conversation.
I'm trying to have a "pick me up from my house so I can get completely annihilated night" any takers? Cmon people this is what friends are for
Irrelevant. Does he have queso? That's the real question.
I just want a whole pitcher of margarita and a headdress from party city and sit around and look like a fucking indian princess.
It all started because he put my damn phone in his pants. By his crotch nonetheless.
I'm more worried that you thought licking a pole on Bourbon street would turn me on
I love how four vibrators are within reach of me right now, but not a single hair brush or comb
Also topless tea is a thing that happens in our apartment. Ready yourself.
I'm gonna forget you just shared your personal blowjob aesthetic with me and move on
Just flash them and yell "JUDGE THESE BITCHES"
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