Let's play a little game called "Chill the Fuck Out" - you're our first contestant
it wasn't THAT bad but he definitely called his dick an asshole and said sorry to my vagina
There will be two dogs there to provide supervision. Not to worry.
Yo send me the pic of me stickn my dick in the paint bucket last night
could you clean the juice and feathers off my bed I'm just not up for hangover cleaning.
I find it very uncomfortable that I need to ask you to stop sending me pictures of your stomach
He's a forty-something balding gay man with no boundaries or sense of social norms. Of course we should befriend him.
A gentleman never tells..... therefore i will neither confirm nor deny the attatched photos
HES DOING PULLUPS BE STILL MY BEATING HEART
If you've never been partying there before, take Shae with you. Drunk Shae is like a GPS. She found us the only bottle shop still open at four, a pot dealer, and told us all which subway to take to get home. She'd never been to Madrid before. It was awesome.
he bit THROUGH my nipple
plus side, no need to pay for a piercing.
Like I owe him sex. Hell fucking no. I owe myself sex. With a celebrity. Or a clean pornstar. Who knows.
Monday afternoon and I'm still hungover from Valentine's Day. I think I'm winning at the single life.
I thought my sex drive was gone but let me tell you it is back with a vengeance
I'm sitting here listening to fat joe and doing kegels I have given up
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