Last night was an abortion. I might need a publicist.
So, it's like build-a-bear for your vag?
He was doing push ups, crunches and jogging in place in front of the restaurant. I'm not too sure I want to eat there if it requires immediate exercise following the meal.
the plan is to continue having sex with all three of them until my birthday, and then once they've given me their presents, they can find out about each other.
If he starts "inventing" things cut him off. The last thing he invented was chocolate chip green beans and he destroyed my kitchen
I'm wearing cowboy boots and showing way too much cleavage to be in a place with no jaeger.
Omg. I bid $3000 on a cave in Afghanistan on EBay last night.
He passes out, I smoke his kush. All's fair in love and a disappointing lack of sex.
It's alright she couldn't hear you. Her legs were over her ears
speaking of graduation plans, i'm blacked out eating sausage
All the girls at the party had American flag thongs on... Pretty impressed with coordination seeing as how impromptu this event was
The cab driver thought we were passed out so he called a sexline...
just walked across campus with a bottle of champagne in between my boobs. night two and the quest for classiness is already over
its like a catch 22, sucks that you've stopped, but its like a vagina high five
YAY! I just removed my own stitches, and I'm only bleeding from one spot! on a related note, do you think a dishwasher will sterilize forceps and trauma shears?
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