I want you to know that after i type the word "your" vagina is next on my predictive tex
had to bail. she had her cat tattooed on her
He sang nursery rhymes to my vagina to get me to have sex with him..
the first sign of life we got from you was four hours later. you smiled without opening your eyes when tom whispered in your ear we were getting buffalo wings.
How many layers of skin can you loose before it becomes bad?
Sometimes familiar penis is best. Its like comfort food for your vagina.
This must be what defeat feels like to Tom Brady today. I bet he wishes he could barf up all of his bad decisions from yesterday, too.
her tits were more amazing then brown bears with armor and guns that fire bullets of Justice that destroys inequality.
it was also funny because at one point I woke up with my hands tied with a belt and we were both like what the fuck
also, sleeping with your chipotle guy sounds like a good idea until you want chipotle on your day off and have to look somewhat presentable to acquire said chipotle.
Moral of the story: fuckboys never change
Is eating a dinner of fishsticks and gin mean you're failing at adulthood? I'm asking for a friend.
Pretty sure we had a civil war reenactment in your kitchen at 4am.
That would explain the cannon.
as a side note pls kill me
oh and i figured out why we kept smelling vomit. ive got vomit on my socks. putting the heater on my feet was not the best of ideas.
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