thought so. i woke up and he was playing with my eyeliner. I MAKE GREAT CHOICES.
oh fat girl friday strikes again...
As per my father's affair, married men are no longer off limits.
I feel like you pissing on my ping pong table isn't something to be proud of.
You are right. The scrape marks on her ass are from her breaking the doggy door by crawling through it.
Also, any YOLOwl-related sex photos will result in you winning ten orgasms, courtesy of myself, as well as sweets and bacon-based dinner. All entrants welcome
Neither of us have work tomorrow and we live w/n walking distance. This is your official Sandy booty call. Come rock me like a hurricane.
So apparently I ended up throwing my clothes in the toilet after getting kicked out of TQ and ran around the neighborhood in my boxers. Works gonna suck hard once this hangover kicks in. Also: I lost a shoe so looks like flipflops for the rest of winter
I need drugs. Hard drugs. Today. Not tomorrow. Today. Something relaxing.
Henceforth: booty calls will now be referred to as "deliveries of anatomy". That is all.
I almost wanna stick a tampon in and sneeze bent over to see if it actually shoots out
I'd just like to inform you. That when I was at bvj the first day I was blackout drunk by noon. Get on past Chelsea's level like now. Do it for present Chelsea
I was desperate and wasn't about to let my cereal get soggy so I ate it on the toilet. Don't let me repeat last night.
I realize that my conversation topics seem to only be about bees and my cross dressing fiance. Thank you for being my friend.
We should write a country song: “Blacked Out on a Sunday”
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