MCAT status: Day 64, no longer can remember what sex is like.
Well right now I am watching him use the fire extinguisher off the pourch.
I found a ladder. I don't know where I am. Gonna climb it. I feel like aladin
mallory made a planned parenthood decision maker flow chart again.
It wasn't really sex. It was just rolling around, trying to make sure his dick didn't end up in my ass.
Please do not make a facebook page for my hickeys.
Well last time he got out of rehab he lasted 6 hours. So 3 days this time is quite an accomplishment.
It isn't possible and the very mindfuck of that concept gives me a lady boner.
I got to see a stripper that did magic last night. It was glorious.
No Bryan wants to get drunk, rub inappropriate dudes legs, talk about my vagina and send me pics of his boomerang dick. That's not how you watch basketball.
That's how he does EVERYTHING!
She's chasing her own tail and is afraid of her own feet. My stoner cat, ladies and gentlemen.
Do you think if I had a tempurpedic bed he would still be able to feel me fingering myself after we have sex?
Are you alive? Cause this is my official "im actually alive" text.
Did you wake up next to Karina?
So that's her name
SUFFER THE WRATH OF THE PISS BAG
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