I've been emailing with a woman. I don't think she's into me, but we've become sorta email buddies. I'm hoping to meet her because on her profile she states she's into 'fisting.' Frankly the thought kinda freaks me out but I'm dying to see what kind of woman is 1) into that and 2) admits it upfront.
my FASA form asked what i spent the majority of my 08 earnings on, im tempted to put "booze, blow, & blunts"
I'm naming my child veloci raptor. And you can be a part of its life if you want. But that's its name. Cause i have the vagina.
I thought we agreed I wasn't a screamer?
I dont know why the TSA people are looking at me wierd. I mean there is no way i am the only hungover college girl here with nine tally marks on her hand and last nights glitter on her face
New low, passed out while taking a shit for an hour with my parents home, suprised they didnt notice
I woke him up with a blow job and he started sing "oh the USAAAA. IT'S GOING TO BE S BEAUTIFUL DAYYYYY"
Seriously? You DON'T remember putting all those Swedish fish in the waffle iron b/c you wanted "One big Swedish fish?" That waffle iron was a wedding gift.
I would eat the Denny's grand slam special out of my new probation officers b hole
u kept repeating to itself "hot cheetos and nacho cheese sauce.."
you bit my nipple really hard and then looked at me and said 'i feel responsible for the state of your nipples'
So, I actually said the words "but face tattoos are sexy"
She said she was sober from drugs for a week. All I heard was Kenny Loggins singing Danger Zone.
Naptime over. I've got fresh contacts and tequila. RAAAAAAGE!
Don't send me pics of cunning dicks while I'm eating potato chips
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