What do you say about some mid-afternoon anal?
I queefed so loud it echoed.
Your beautifulness. Funnyness. Sexy hairness. Coolness. Plus you ask google how far wendys is from your house. Will you marry me
If she's steering anything, it's a religious boat of crazy. Destination: Iceberg.
It is 9pm, let the ass parade to the bars begin
And by "schedule" I meant crumbled up liquor store receipt, that I wrote shit on.
I don't know. Something about answering "what did you do on Sunday?" Seems odd when the reply is, painted, went to the grocery store, put a restraint device on my bed.
So I got lost trying to find you guys and ended up proposing to a bride in a bachelorette party with a condom.
your body is your temple. do you really want a bunch of dicks in your temple?
You don't know reunion panic until you've exfoliated your butt cheeks.
5 hours of volunteer work playing with puppies and banned from the frat I hate most as 'punishment'... Besides the ER trip, I'm not seeing the bad in this situation
Now all I want to do is stay up, drink wine, and look at dragons.
Adulthood is punching a guy in the face when you find out he's trying to fuck you and he's married instead of fucking him regardless and believing anything he says
We are the rockettes of vaginal bleeding
Don't let me pee the bed... Its going to be one of those weekends
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