i dont know you, but i just did a line with your business card.
All of my current injuries can be related back to sex.
i wish i could shrink down to the size of his dick so i could just thank it in person.
apparently i was just sitting there with my shirt down holding my boobs saying "its ok. its all gonna be ok"
I'm sorry, but the way we fuck, they don't make condoms strong enough not to break
... there are chew marks on my license. I have no idea.
I feel like this is going to result in some sort of tearing in my vagina.
Thats a chance were just gonna have to take
You screamed "she never feeds them anyway" and threw the fish tank off the 3rd floor balcony. Don't park on our side of the building.
I kind of feel like BP. I'm dressed in green and absolutely horrible for the environment.
Highlight of the night was you walking into the men's room yelling "My husband is diabetic" and crawling under the stall to yell at me.
Brownies hit. And just found beer. And the bill cosby show is on. And its in spanish.
Two days later and my throat is still sore. That bong is a double edged sword.
She's relieving herself in the laundry room. I'm really hoping there's a toilet in there...
They put me in room 420 every time and I take bubble baths and smoke in the room and they bring food TO MY BED
I was the only one in group sessions to bring up sex as a stress reliever. Some of those people were awfully judgy despite the fact we were all in a psych ward.
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