So I have to ask... did I meet your lumberjack expectations? I mean, minus the red flannel and all.
lol earlier she was acting like a normal gf... and then BANG! shes touching herself again...
school has made you so classy.
that's mcgill. producing sluts since 1884.
We had to use the stains on Phil's shirt to try to piece together what happened last night.
So you used a whole package of smoked meat last night. Didn't eat it, just took it out and put it all over the fridge.
he got a rim job in the basement.
apparently i was the one who gave it to him.
I'm really tired of your booty call eating my fruity pebbles.
Give him a trash can and a welcome home balloon, he will be good.
Grandpa got a dui while riding a horse. This is what I need to live up to.
I feel like there should be a database and you screen your boyfriend's scrotum and all the fucked up shit they've done goes on file.
Do they mail horrible human being awards or do I have to pick it up or what's the protocol on that shit
Sext: Bring me pancakes from the midnight breakfast gathering please
we're spending all day in bed drinking spiked eggnog and fucking
Oh damn it. Let me get a beer. I can't take anymore bad news. Hold on.
It's 2016 and I'm somehow banging the milkman.
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