i threw up in a trash can last night at kellys irish times. but in a trash can because i'm a lady
when my dick couldnt get hard she said "fly on little wing"
i watch way too much csi for them to even pretend to be my friend.
whenever music plays i find myself always doing kegels to the beat. its like the new foot-tapping
you set the microwave for an hour telling me that the done sound was your alarm.
Just pulled back my covers. Jizz. Jizz everywhere. Hipster jizz everywhere on my only set of sheets.
It's taking 3 penises to fill the hole he left in my heart.
I said I was going to sleep an hour ago. Now I'm making plans to get high with the guy who mows your lawn.
This hot topless Jamaican just ran down the st with me on his back and He was screaming "I be stealing yo white ladies."
I don't know if i should be jealous or worried... or question where you are.
we're like Indians of the 21st century. trading not for food and survival but personal gain and by trouble you mean getting daytime drunk and going to the roller ring then yes.
you should be awarded for your promiscuity.
i really should.
Being drunk is way better. Seriously, I just licked your brother to make sure my spit was actually real.
By the way, do you realize that you asked me how much you could get for your eggs last night. And once you learned the price said that you had plenty to share.
Tent sex on an air mattress requires balance and flexibility. Not for the faint of heart
I might be drinking a 4-day old opened beer on a Wednesday. You're in no position to judge me.
It would have only made it one day at my place.
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