I think I'd remember a dick in my mouth
been sitting in chapter for 25 minutes. drinking last night's franzia out of a XXX vitamin water 10 bottle. recruitment chair has no idea. life is good.
her bridesmaids come in huge, huger, wtf, and free willy. all their gown are strapless. its like watching the Hindenburg waddle down the isle.
Missing a small section of hand. Hope your night is going better
I would have to gauge my vagina to make it fit.
I need a leash, or some shame. Maybe.
fat people need to stop using the handicapped bathroom stall so I can have sex in it. it's common logic
I feel like im becoming the girl who only drunk texts him. I would be in the dog house, if situations like this had dog houses.
I think if wine wasn't a thing I'd give up on life.
Dude. You dropped to your knees and face planted into the rocks. And continued to talk on the phone and laugh. That's where those cuts came from.
The council and I are about to open up a bottle of malort.
UPGATe: THE COUNCIL AND I HAVE AGREED TO BAHN MALORT FROM THE HOUSEHOLD
A homeless man just offered me vodka. The power it took to deny it deserves an award.
Honestly, I want an afternoon of mild abuse, mixed with face fucking and general molestation that turns in love making, laughter and cinnamon toast crunch naked in bed.
I'm actually pinning crap for Friendsgiving like a boss right now. These bitches better show up.
So I FINALLY get to start out a story, "So there I was, naked except for a toboggan hat and handcuffs..."
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