I have one brief flash of having his dick in my hand. that's all I remember.
its simple. when his lips are on my clitoris i want to marry him. when they are speaking i want to kill him.
There comes a time in every girls life when she must use her boobs for good instead of evil.
Your pregnant arnt you
it was frightening. in my opinion the only thing that should resemble a vagina is a vagina.
you also choked him out with your legs on the kitchen floor..
She only remembers me when she's drunk. It's like I'm a suppressed memory that only surfaces with alcohol.
Me either. I want to get 'chase a stray cat through the neighborhood in my hooker heels' drunk. And it's your birthday, so you have to get 'best friend holding your hair while you puke in the bar bathroom and cry about your life' drunk. In a feather boa.
It's like a squid of pain has attached to my head and it spreading it's whorey tentacles all over.
Maybe her vagina is like a vacuum
I can't decide if that would be a good or bad thing. I'm leaning toward good
Now I can say "look me up on Pornhub."
Making a me burrito to ward off the cold...and the aloneness of my vagina
I just used a beer funnel to put gas in my car
I plan to get very, very drunk when I get off work.
But doesn't your shift end at like noon?
I don't think you understand.
My philosophy is thug life and that means never having to say your sorry for stealing drinks off tables
It's almost sad. It's like the Harambe of vagina stories really.
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