So i got in my car, the seats are leaned back, and soft soul music is playing. Wtf happened last night.
Having him eat chocolate out of you is not as romantic as it sounds. I'm still finding pieces.
And now we have yet another reason to never travel to Detroit
believe me... letting the man that delivered you from your mother's vagina do shots off your stomach is really fucking awkward.
When they saw it was the 7th inning of the baseball game one took off running for the beer stand while his friend is yelling "BUY THE KEG"!
And on top of all this... he just told me to "chill my nips."
I feel like I need to get a restraining order against him but I'd probably be the one to break it.
How many times can I tell him that I wasn't expecting sex before he finally figures out that I'm just too lazy to shave?
Your mission, should you decide to accept it, is to pick up rum, beer, and cigarettes. Your holiday will self-destruct if you ignore this message.
I want the address of the individual responsible for strawbeeritas. I want to send them gift basket.
he bit THROUGH my nipple
plus side, no need to pay for a piercing.
But no. So do not give him one damn penny. Unless they are in a sock and you are hitting him with it.
Honestly, I want an afternoon of mild abuse, mixed with face fucking and general molestation that turns in love making, laughter and cinnamon toast crunch naked in bed.
I'm bathroom at buffalo wild wings
I think incapable of making pants work send help
I need water and some morals
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