You can spell. I can kill people with no remorse. We all have our skills.
Who would have guessed that ordering a vodka lemonade at Roscoe's was code for I want a hand job
She told me a very interesting story, complete with pantomimes, about how she got a habanero seed in her vag
still doesn't change the fact you were dunking your sock in the toilet.
Am i fat?
Well i wouldnt let you on top
But I was triple fisting doubles, that's bound to be a good time. Might have a broken collarbone though.
Not sure how I feel about St Psts and March Madness being on the same weekend. I feel like I've been screwed out of a drunk holiday.
Well his dad was his wingman, so I had to fuck him. I didnt want his dad to think that he was doing a bad job and I was drunk enough to think he was doing a good job.
Score one for dad.
It's meant to be, Cynthia. You, him, and your developed breasts are meant for each other.
Ive been high since the plane left the ground in Los Angeles and Ive been in Chicago. Right now, Im on a train headed towards downtown to go to an anime convention. At this point, I am just taking life as it comes, furries and all.
Went home with a dude from UF last night. Just dripped chicken onto my phone and then licked it off. Going to pick up a bridesmaid dress. Mid 20s in a nutshell.
Oh dear. Sending much love.
Just send a machete.
Beard. Chest hair. Job.
The holy trinity.
I don't think I can get drunk, high or horny enough to even consider that
He adjusted my bra straps while I blew him.
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