how are pickles made is in the google history again... why do you always wonder that, and forget the answer?
Shit. Come in my room. Bring a trashcan and an icepack
It was everywhere, it looked like he just took the leftovers and threw them around the bathroom... Festively...
nothing like baby laughter to ruin a masturbation moment
I was ready to fuck him until he pulled the "I might be bi curious" card. Now its turned into a guilt fuck. It's like he's a 3rd world child in need of a sexual orientation.
I remember telling you it was cold out because the sun was going to explode and people were going to fight for corn. I feel I've mislead you.
Is it love? I honestly haven't even thought about watching porn for over a week now, and haven't thought about fucking any strangers either. It's quite eerie.
I plan on showing these boobs to so many people that by the end of it ill just have a shirt of beads.
I woke to him laying in the floor puking in a shoe. So I guess we had a good night.
It was like 10 tiny penises being shoved in my vagina.
It's the never-ending clusterfuck that is my love life
I made out with that lesbian chick for a blunt. NO REGRETS.
She did what?
Who. The correct term is she did who.
Did you see him? The correct term is definitely what.
Having sex with him is like yoga. I do it in the morning and then can't walk for three days afterwards.
He wanted to take me to breakfast in the morning. He told me he respects me after I said no. I told him to respect me at a distance.
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