i didnt like the question options for my yahoo account..so i made up the question and it was "favorite bathroom to shit in"
we screwed to my bar mtzvah tape, I became a man while watching myself becom a man
Mom just apologized for her lack of a gag reflex not being genetic.
he described going down on me as being like 'entering a jungle of deliciousness and fur
i like being sick. whatever the doctor gave me is awesone. the walls are waving at me. i never want to get better.
There is a 15" subwoofer mounted inside our fridge. I've never been more proud of myself.
I woke up in solitary confinement, wheb they moved me the guy that sold me the pill of Molly at the concert was in the police waiting room, we nodded to each other.
Feeling better?
I can stand long enough to do the dishes finally. Been trying that all day.
I am sitting here. Drinking from a bottle of vodka. Eating shredded cheese from a bag and waiting on him to pick me up after he finishes with his girlfriend. This is what dreams are made of.
Don't make it weird, I don't think about you when I'm climaxing, it's just that I see you rooting me on.
Its the least I can do really, I mean, I did sleep with her husband...
Looking back on this weekend, I'm most grateful I never brought up with word "toe-fucking" at the bachelorette party.
I feel like the universe head butted me in my balls. That hungover.
.... My lady balls. Cuz I'm a lady.
the only thing she has in her apt so far is toilet paper and shot glasses. you can see where the priorities lie.
Remember when we made out in a Chik-Fil-A drive thru?
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