I will also inform you that stairs change when you change a house. Those hurt.
By the grace of god and the ingenuity of Alexander Graham Bell, this text message is made possibe: YOU ARE A WHORE
he was already passed out before we got there, so i already knew i was going to like him
the beat of "birthday sex" is shockingly similar to my dry heaving rhythm. it's making me nauseous all over again.
I don't know why I've never thought to take my bong into the bathtub before.
Like, he's a nice guy. But he's better at fingering than he is at speaking.
The last thing I remember from that party was me shouting "hold my feet I'm going in strapped like Rambo"
Note to self. The tub labelled "not water" does not contain water.
I will rip it off your body in ways are socially offensive but you still kind of like.
So i stood up out of the sunroof while he gave me oral. Car was still moving. Exactly how illegal is that?
No, and she still hasn't answered me...I get a whole series of text messages about Guatemalan anal bleaching but no fucking answer to my question.
Some mornings I close deals. Other mornings I puke out my window while I’m driving down the highway
Well, I was giving him a handy and I sighed in boredom. He heard. I had to fake moaning sounds after he asked if I sighed.
home. only unpacked the necessities...contact case and beer.
Would the comment "Down Goes Frasier" be too inappropriate at this time?
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