and in the morning, while we were eating breakfast, she was all " i think someone sneezed into my shirt..." she'll never know.
so he made me dinner last pm @whch point i askd if i could help out. he hands me his fucking laundry and asks me 2 do it
only you. it could only happen to you.
there's chicken and sequins in our bathroom sink. part of me almost wants to know what happened
You don't even understand how penises react in the cold. I'm like a 8 year old boy right now.
And PS thanks for calling it my "sexual liberation" and not "slut fest 2010: part deux!"
That's what you said about that spiderman stripper, but look how that turned out
You'd be surprised at how many crooked penises are out there
At one point I was giving him a handjob and I started singing Call Me Maybe
Check your mailbox. I left a "sorry I didn't have time to suck your dick today" consolation gift.
you gave a quesadilla a blow job with sour cream at Denny's.
I was fed cake in bed and then was pinned down and ridden till I came. And then fed more cake. I'm going to marry Brad. I'll put money on it.
Somehow i instagrammed my acceptance letter while blacked out. Then my grandma was the first to comment on it. I got over 50 likes....Phd here I come....
She's in it for that fear factor ya'll. Obsession and stalking or nothing.
YOU SLEPT WITH A GUY WHO HAS A BILLBOARD IN HIS HONOR?
It is getting ridiculous, the elaborateness of the schemes I have to concoct so my suitemates don't know I'm pooping.
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