...so i touched it.
I'm not saying he was bad at sex, but I'm pretty sure I anti-climaxed.
I just did the scooter of shame. New levels of embarrassment have now opened.
After last night's events, I googled "how to change your life direction." I found a really helpful ehow.com article.
I hope you shit your pants in a socially devastating situation.
HOnestly. That's my one goal for this whole trip. I don't give a shit about souvenirs or sand. I want penis.
Kinda wish I banged him. I need the exercise.
Are you scared? I basically plan on us looking like giant drunk skittles
Come back. She's looking through naked pics of his exes on his phone and questioning him about them and I'm too drunk to walk away.
she sent me pictures of 3 different vaginas and if I could pick which one was hers i could sleep with her.
I was always good at matching as a child.
Someone woke me up and gave me a sprite and some pills. I put them in my belly button. Trust no one.
There is a hatefuck that has the destruction level of an atom bomb raging through my viens just aching to vaporize her.
Can we go one day without you telling me that your dick misses me
Yeah started playing at the wedding last night, when the line. "Ludacris fills cups like DD" he starts pointing at my tits right in front of his grandparents.
His wedding band got caught on my nipple ring and that's how I realized he was married
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