i permit you to call me
I just saw the dad from "Little People Big World" at the airport. I chased him down and congratulated him for beating the DUI.
He kept asking me to take off my bra and I sat up so he could. He fumbled with it for a few minutes and when I sighed and went to undo it he goes, "Yeah, you got this."
And this is weird.. I feel slightly less depressed after shitting myself.
it was just fiscally responsible to stop going to strip clubs where the strippers recognized me
Guy passed out in the lobby with a keychain sharpie hanging from his belt loop. 1 guest came in and wrote on him, then others saw and got in line. I'm not waking him up.
What happened on tuesday that a stripper knows my full name?
The higher i get, the less gay he looks, and the more i want to make out with him. This is dangerous.
Call me when you get up. This hang-over is like dismantling a bomb: I need someone to talk me through it.
I was dressed in monkey onesie serving people vodka jelly with a spoon...
We made out a little and then he gave me some weed. I would say it was a pretty productive stop on my way home
in that moment our bushes were one. and in that moment we were pure.
It's something you'd find in the room outside of Ben Carson's sex dungeon
Wait is this place where the strippers are missing teeth and I think one is missing a thumb? Though I don't know how she would maneuver on the pole without a thumb. Pls advise.
I just want to meet a nice normal guy that doesn't want me to taze him while we have sex. . . . .is that too much to ask for?
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