you dont need to remember merediths name haha. only jane
capt morgan doesn't hurt if you honestly believe it's golden flavored kool-aid.
please tell me that the half empty jar of cocktail sauce on the table has nothing to do with my missing seamonkeys
it's like a replay of two fridays ago...except not in a motel and i'm not having sex in the shower.
It's safe to say that our attempt at trying to fuck in the grand Sierra elevator was a bad idea.
hand shaped bruises on both boobs again....i wish i could say this is the first time.
I'll wind up on his doorstep with a confused "oh you live here" expression, a feigned ankle injury and a seemingly fortunately placed bottle of tequila. I don't care what it takes: HIS MOUTH WILL BE ON MOUTH.
Haha pretty bummed I didn't stay night yesterday after the bj fest you described
I like how I get messages from eharmony at the same time I'm looking for a new vibrator. It's like the powers that be are just trying to make my life ironic.
i should probably stop thinking with my vagina, and start using that $70, 000 education i can't afford. what the fuck.
I will turn myself into a beacon of get at me bro
I plan to get very, very drunk when I get off work.
But doesn't your shift end at like noon?
I don't think you understand.
Is this what it's like to be an adult? You plan out play dates for your vagina?
He said his name was Tony, after last night I will refer to him as Tiny
I think you're literally the first guy to ever pick up a chick from pinterest.
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