Hahaha, sighhhh...I texted him to no response. It's a shame, really...I would gladly exchange my body for pizza rills.
I just saw a hobo shake a payphone until it spat out a bunch of quarters. what a champ.
video games are the ultimate cock blocker
Things got a little weird when he fired up his homemade flamethrower in the living room.
No. I didn't know. I thought mid afternoon shots meant the day could only get better.
False alarm it was margarita mix all over my hands not blood
I saved him as teletubby in my phone....that can't be a good sign. I'm not answering.
I smell like gasoline and adventure.
Totally. Bang on. He'll be fine. He might cry into your perfect tits once in a while, but that's the price ya pay.
It's a "party harder or raise your standards" kind if night.
Note to self don't stop having sex during an earthquake! I call it a 6.1 orgasm!
We're at the liquor store. Then going to the hospital
I TOOK A FINGER IN THE BUTT YOU CAN OPEN THIS MESSAGE
Lots of tissues. Maybe pizza. Only time will tell. The stages of political grief.
I think my pickup truck has been used for the sex... This doesn't sit right with me.
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