problem. drunk. stepbrother hitting on me again. help.
Honestly there's alot of things I'm confused about the only thing I know for certain about last night is that I ate pizza
Too late. I'm going over there. I'm a bad example for all women: Do as I say, not who I do.
Your vagain smells worse when im sober.
sorry, worng number
he actually proposed, and i threw up on him...i guess 5 glasses of wine was a bad idea.
Just drive me around campus, I will be able to smell their innocence.
Just sponge bathed with a swissper. Thrush inevitable. Shaking.
like he said he was barking at you while cumming in your face
last nights episode of shot friends brought to you by polish vodka and flamingo baseball. pickles cure hangovers.
I can't tell which way is up. Too many corners around his house too. An arbitary assimilation of edges.
Christ, I swear you are the high man's Dr. Seuss.
You should make it a point to use vocabulary that is competition appropriate around him, like "champion" and "training" and "victory sex"
It's a fucking menopause festival down here at the strike zone
He thought he was ordering for the whole party so when he came back with thirty burritos and four of us were left, he wasn't happy
You had me on my knees catching cheese balls in my mouth and moaning. In front of all your friends.
Let's not forget that we had sex on the ground in public tonight.
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