To answer your question of whether I "went back," tits just informed me I was kicked out for falling off my barstool and passing out on the floor...
can you explain why there is a dead rabbit in my front seat?
idk, I had a turtle in mine.
You walked in with a firecracker and a doughnut then demonstrated what a lazy job he did fucking you
you blew your rape whistle in his face every time he got near a girl till he left the party...
hey tell your friend im sorry for licking his mouth, that was probably inappropriate
I thought she was being abused so tried to go in at the sympathy angle, but the bruises were from pole dancing. I went in at all angles.
I don't like him near enough to give up day drinking AND my prostitute costume
Haha he's lucky I don't kick him back into the land of the majestic handjobs
You can wear anything you want
So... Naked it is then
I changed his name in my phone to "Irrelevant" last night. Not changing it back.
We just fucked like crazy and now I'm dipping chips in macaroni & cheese. I feel completely accomplished. This may be the best day ever.
I mean my dick does have feeling again, which is a step in the right direction
he called me 'mate' and i had to remind him that you dont call people mate who continously make your dick hard
Hey, you know that marble art statue thing in your bedroom? Hypothetically what would happen if a penis got stuck in it?
And then he peed in my hair
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