Scared. last time someone tried to talk me into they said it tastes like tapioca and i projectiled onto a closed window
there is a polo shirt epidemic at this bar. also, im pretty sure i just saw the grown-up coppertone baby
she's bipolar. she literally has TWO facebook pages. one for each personality. this. bitch. is. crazy.
so apparently I plead the 5th to every question they asked me when they put me under the conscious sedation to set my broken wrist
and my loofah got caught on my nipple ring in the shower today. what an awful experience.
I'm pretty sure I just had a convo with my hot pockets about how they weren't good enough for the oven.
No our divorce decree will not have a blow job clause. Unless my alimony is greatly increased your bj's have been reduced to fantasy status.....
Sorry I never got back to you, I ended up at a party with pot ice cream, pot apple cider, and hash vegetable oil.
As the night goes on these shots are getting so much easier. My liver jst needed a warmup lap.
Home safe. Took me everything not to stop and pick up some random cat that looked like an ocelot tho.
So, settle a debate for my housemates. Have you measured your dick. And how long. Results Will not be disclosed
somehow this went from sexting to explaining my eating disorder.
I just want to have sex that doesn't end like a B-rated horror movie.
He serenaded me say anything-style with Weird Al songs and then blew me on the beach. I'd say he's a keeper.
I might be a bit late, couldn't find my pants and had to go to the police station. Unrelated
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