if being creepy is wrong, then i don't want to be right
I just googled dawgpound, shoulda seen that pornsite coming
bang him and never speak to him again. also, queef in his face.
i dont this its possible to queef on command.
facebook friend requested him the morning after while he was still asleep in my bed, a whole new level of creeper even for me
Theres also beggin' strips and a dog bone in the corner...nooo signs of there being a dog though.
it was like getting a handjob from robocop
My vagina and my morals are playing tug of war
I can't live in this building much longer. People are starting to figure out that it's me making the weird sex noises.
If you two are having sex, stop. I have something really important to ask you about psychics.
He's rescued me passed out naked on the playground next door and I've rescued him passed out naked in the middle of campus. That's why we're a great couple.
He sent me nudes and I told him he reminded me of Buffalo Bill.
Slammed 3 beers and just bowled a 129\nI guess alcohol IS the answer
we promised ourselves we wouldn't get too drunk, and what happens? I wake up the next morning with half a mcdouble in one pocket and some barbie clothes in the other.
And pointless. I'm fully vested in all my calories coming from booze today. The salad just fucks that shit up
Maybe for you. You don't have to clean the melted butter off the stove. I LOST THE SPECIAL SEASONINGS.
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