im surounded by vag. Like smog aound LA, i am suffocating in an atmosphere of pussy
Every time he makes fun of me for anything I just remind myself he ate ice cream out of a strippers vagina
So i was told that i peed in the sink, had sex with a pillow and banged on a washer while singing idian chants
He talked me into making a sex video, no worries though, I was wearing sunglasses.
he tried to catch his projectile vomit...then went back to beer pong
hey, this is the ginger girl from the party...i've thought about it and I wanna join the american girl drinking team
I don't care if I just threw up. You kiss me now. This is marriage.
I can't feel my clothes. I'm convinced I'm naked
Had to immediately delete the Bevmo email because I can't even look at an email about alcohol right now.
I showed him my toy collection and he goes, "You won't need those anymore," and dropped his pants. I threw the House of Pleasure out last night.
I emailed the police apartment to apologize to the officer from last night. I practically threw a hissy fit because he wouldn't hug me.
It was "against protocol"
Did you know that pizza hut has a wedding proposal box? And sorry for being kinda drunk yesterday when you got here
I am never drinking with the goths again.
I'm setting goals and achieving them. I'd say I'm quite mature for my age.
You're goal was to fuck him and you don't even remember it.
Do you remember seeing anyone put a "my other penis is a vagina" bumper sticker on my car?
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