we're blogging at a bar
can you pick up canola oil? she lives by wegmans
who is canola oil?
you're an idiot.
She wouldn't go home with me cause I forgot her name. I didn't realize it would matter after she danced with her vagina on my face
Any parent would be proud to have a daughter that's a blowjob fairy
he knocked over the vodka and juice...picks up the cup and says "yes", takes the last sip...doesnt even worry about the mess all over the floor and we continue having sex.
They're calling for 20 inches of snow but I'll have a dirtbike for emergency trips to the liquor store. Even if I crash it won't hurt.
I feel like a fucked a broomstick last night. You get a gold star.
I just want uncharted vagina. Fresh and ripe.
My body is a temple...that happens to be able to get me free Patron shots at the bar
pain. pain everywhere. this is why throwing yourself at concrete is a bad idea.
Model at car show < day drinking with your favorite sister. Get your head in the fucking game Christopher.
Her vag MUST be made out of starbursts or something equally as delicious.
I can't dude. Last time I was there, I blew the bartender in the bathroom at last call.
So...I know we have a conversation later this week. But one of the key things I want to know is if I can specify having my body mummified and buried in Egypt (or at least nearby the Luxor in Vegas). How much money do you think that would cost? Do I need to increase my life insurance policy?
Very mixed signals tonight. He gave me the best handjob while gloating about the Superbowl to his dad on the phone. When he was done he left me on the sofa alone for ten minutes before returning with wet wipes beer and nachos.
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