I'm in a strip club that reminds me of a crack house from the 80's.
We can make salsa ya know, maybe even some hot sauce. That doesn't mean we're married.
we have a love-hate relationship...we love having sex but hate waking up next to eachother
Well hello freshman 15, didn't see you there until I tried on last years summer clothes.
They were done having sex when I went to the room. They had that look on their faces.
Disappointment?
So even though we broke up apparently according to my voice mail you still like me, with smurfs while riding on a boat.
no. it doesnt count as road head if youre parked
u r missing out we r watching a tranny direct traffic in a gstring
I woke up with hair in my teeth and half his beard was missing.
At one point, he came in to give her a pep talk, and then after he left, she just kept whispering his name into the toilet between heaves.
He has a bathrroom scale in his room with an alarm attached to it so anything over 150 sets it off and in his drinking stupper he can make a run for it.
You didn't throw up on me, you threw up on yourself and then tried to give me a hug
I masterbated poison ivy onto my penis, it hasn't been this upset with me since the Take one for the team fiasco of 02.
The more time I spend surrounded by Mormons, the more I miss alcohol.
I was told I was gorgeous and a whore by the drag queens. My night is complete.
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