508, what difference does it make? You were alone, anyway.
he suggested i make a website called "cum on molly's face", to "start off my acting career"
I asked about his 3 inch scar on his chest. It's from when he had to castrate a bull on the estancia. Apparently this is how good bull meat is made.
btw, her name was actually Alixx. in retrospect, it was pretty much a gimme
he rolled over in his sleep, called me a hoe and then grabbed my crotch. some things never change, asleep or not.
My phone really needs to stop auto correcting "library" to "ovary".
We are NOT roofying him just to get him to pass out so we can build a masive snow cock in his yard.
I told the hostess, two bouncers and a manager i was roofied and made them smell my beer. Turns out I just picked up some stupid bitches CHERRY WHEAT beer by mistake. I insisted they replace my lost beer.
She's like the Michael Jordan of alcoholism
Just drug him and when he wakes up be like "you just woke up from a coma, we've been married for the past five years." It'll be like the Vow but fucked up.
I can't believe you picked a finger in the ass over lunch with me.
Why is it that when I sustain a serious injury people are more concerned with my level of inebriation than my personal safety?
I think we r still a few steps from ex sex. In fact, that's never going to happen. I'm just saying on the seething-chemical-fire-of-emotional-distress-to-post -relationship-intercourse scale, I'm closer to fucking than throttling. Progress is fun.
Made eye contact with his twin sister the day after he gave me a lifechanging blowjob. Do you think she knows?
We took three cabs to get home, the first one dropped us off a block away, so we went back to the hotel and tried again
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