I wouldn't call it sex. It's like when you put a plug in a socket half way. It's not all the way in but it still turns on the light.
STOP SENDING ME DANCING JESUS FORWARDS.
The stories of what you did in Cuba got home before you.
For the record I fully support drunken you in most social situations... Just not charity events.
I need a DD tuesday morning around 9 AM
I'm scared to ask why.....
1st bikini wax. Jose Cuervo is helping me prepare.
getting kicked in the face by someone doing a keg stand. just my luck
Well I woke up with spatula marks on my ass and burns on my hands.
It got to the point that I had to make flashcards with their name on the front and dick pics on the back.
AND OMG I HOPE YOU ARE GREAT WITH CHILD. COOK THAT BUN!
Ummm so does anybody remember me stopping to get my ear peirced last night and make an earring out of a staple? Or did I just somehow lay on this thing and ram it through my ear?
You stumbled in the house, mumbled something about a cheese party, grabbed a block of cheese and the whiskey, and left.
It's like shitshowville, population: those girls.
yea talk to her if you feel up to it. Just remember who you are
Oh shit sorry I just gave lion king advice sorry not mufasa
i keep replaying things i did last night. and remembering new things. and its a constant cycle of torture
If I had your ass I would rule the world
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