There is something about listening to Patsy Cline while pooping that makes the experience so much better.
I don't have the urge to be a home-wrecker with these two. I think I've grown, don't you?
Also, I just saw a woman change into her stripper outfit in the bathroom at Target.
I'm eating dry tortillas on a mattress without a sheet. and i thought my life would change after graduation.
When I got up in the middle of the night, puked in his trash can, and snuck out the front door, I pretty sure he knew it was over.
every single time I see a picture of the two of them on facebook, I want to just call her and scream "your boyfriend said I give the best head on the east coast". But I've been told that would be inappropriate.
Every time I someone I meet again from that wedding it turns into the "Oh your the guy who puked in the hallway and passed out in front of the elevator."
I can not believe he edited a picture of our three way and made it his profile picture
Woke up in a fanny pack with a bag of cocaine on my cheek
I woke up on a park bench with a nice homeless guy waking me up. I bought us Carl's Jr. Best birthday ever!
You said if the geese can walk on the lake so can I.
so.. he paid for my flight to vegas, took me to shows, bought my drinks and STILL rescued my drunk ass after i ditched him. i HAD to cuddle with him this morning.. fair exchange, right?!
I can see. My condolences to your vagina.
What's your fascination with fucking to the Lion King Soundtrack?
So I figured it out. There's two types of shitters. Moaners and grunters. And on occasion there's a third. It's the ill fabled grunt moaner.
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