just used a blowie as payment for him having to take the dog out to let her poop.
I have way too much money in my bra to be responsible.
I stayed at the bar and helped clean up cause I was told I'd get free shots. Didn't happen.
I want a grilled cheese and an IV
I think I'm getting too used to throwing up in the reception trash can. It doesn't even phase me anymore
I feel like the other woman.
You ARE the other woman.
There's always one sober annoying person at a party. I hate responsible people. I just wanted to show everyone my nipples. There cute. She didn't have to stop me
I can only only sleep there on nights I orgasm cause he snores so loud and if he leaves me hanging one more time ill probably cut off his dick from lack of sleep and frustration
I was going to say I needed the exercise but now all I can think about is BJs
My work here is done
The lowest point of my life has been reached. I just drank half a jar of pasta sauce.
She said she was sober from drugs for a week. All I heard was Kenny Loggins singing Danger Zone.
We literally laid down in the back of my car and had sex in a parking lot and it was in the top 3 best moral-less decisions I've made.
Now just crop his dad out and add it to the spank bank.
I'm hammerd and his penis is still the size of a giraffe's neck
My professor just told my lab he could drive us around town in his 1991 Lincoln towncar limo for our bar crawl. This just keeps getting better!
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