I can hear the grilled cheese talking to me. "Let me in there!" they wanna get inside me
Apparently I promised a worker at La Siesta free English lessons to make up for vomming all over the little Mariachi band.
What happened to "I wouldnt even touch her with a ten foot pole"?
Her vagina devoured it.
He said to me this morning that we should finish these beers, go and get plan B then on the way back, go to the pub to celebrate the death of our baby. I love Manchester.
Why is your name on a gluestick in a plastic baggy stuck to my door?
Not my type. One of those types that loves that they're educated, could drink their red wine and have an intellectual conversation and have a wonderful time
An adult?
No more morning sex. Just for once, my vagina would like to go to work bone-dry and bone-free.
I'm curious as to what my outfit choices drunk me made for this weekend.
It took years to build this empire of casual fuckings and not carings.
You continued to run around saying "free the nipple" while "taste testing" every liquor on the premises.
I encourage you to ignore feeling. Drinking more helps
when I called the strip club they said there was a note with my credit card. "girl who punched guy in throat" fuck daytona
don't worry, i'm not mad. i'm just angry. and furious. and about to set your ass on fire.
Has anyone ever blacked out at an art show your dad brought you to?
Nothing says hangover like being in the doctors office getting a tampon removed from deep inside
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