Bigbird is at the bar Im at. whats her name
I just used my 7th grade year book to figure out who I hooked up with last night. Being home is magical.
so the last visual we have of him for the next 87 weeks is him outside on the ground rolling around yelling I HATE BLOWJOBS
It was actually pretty good. His cock is as fat as the rest of him and I took out my contacts so I couldn't see him clearly.
Nothing is more important than the last pool party of the season. Call in sick or gay or something.
Withdrawals are gods way of saying "you're still my bitch"
So... crashing at the hot bartender's place is not a solid marital decision.
You'd love her. She's outspoken like us. And appreciates a big penis and a strong drink.
They live across the street from a school baseball field so they have porter potties across the street and let's just say that I'm grateful they exist
Its honestly only a matter of time before I punch him in the face... I'll try to control myself until you guys break up
I thought I would be a proper lady and put my spare panties in a ziplock
He sent me a snap of him eating a tamale shirtless. I think I might be in love.
LOCK HIM DOWN.
I feel like I hate him but his dick too bomb to hate completely
Crying in Target on a display sofa is normal, right? Asking for a friend.
i like beer, sex, and cooking. what more can he want?
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