O.A.R does not stand for Old Recycled Abortions.
By connection do you mean me drunkenly grinding my ass on his lap for an extended period of time? If so, then yes, we had a "connection"
I drank myself into bisexuality again.
for the record, graham crackers won't get the taste of cock out of your mouth. also we're out of graham crackers
It wasn't the stripper that gave you the hickey but I just figured out who did
Just had my ass outlined on a bar top with permanent marker and then they carved the imprint into the wood with a knife. I'm famous in the country!
Doing the walk of shame and bringing my dad a newspaper en route. Favourite daughter status confirmed.
While looking for socks, I found my mothers sex toy box. Dear god I finally understand where my kinkiness comes from.
Just puke out the sadness. Like a fuckin dragon.
I just can't even fathom the crazy and I work at a mental hospital.
She is so graceful and lady-like, like a swan... On meth
Betting for two different teams with two different guys is the best. Time to get $100 by one guy and laid by the other!
now acid just makes me think of crab ragoon
God damn. You sleep with one 40 year old married dude and suddenly you have “daddy issues”. Fuck all of you.
At least he uses his lack of impulse control for chaotic good instead of chaotic evil
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