If my vag had twitter, what do you think it would say?
The last thing I remeber was convincing you to hide in the fridge, and then taking everything out and you not fitting.
I'm thinking of having one or both of my boobs out. They're small but they're mighty.
it's business casual sex. like no kissing, shake hands after, occasional frequency
He adopted an old drug sniffing dog so that he won't lose his weed around the house anymore. It works.\n
He was uncircumcised
It was like inception. A penis within a penis within a penis
Honestly I will go to church for him, I will even try to quit smoking for him. But his dick is not worth losing alcohol. He sure as fuck isn't taking away our wine nights.
I'll just save you what dignity you have left by letting what happened die with your lack of memory and/or liver.
Getting drunk and throwing things at people isnt the same with you not here. Remember when you dislocated my elbow and then popped it back in in one motion?
He offered me a trade. He'll come sober to my parents 25th anniversary dinner if I let him tie me up for an hour.
Update. bondage is a lot harder than it looks.
Take a shit and have a hit. It's the Sunday Funday Rule.
The other day, he sent me a snapchat of his dick in the forest. He captioned it "nature nudes."
Shut up. The only friend I need in life is Jim Beam because life is meaningless.
He'd never survive you. Is there a boot camp for pre-heather training?
I no longer have the means to support both a women and an alcohol addiction
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