We are possibly on our way, unless we see the limo full of strippers.
I'm pregaming for my hair cut. Working two jobs definately taught me how to use my time wisely...
It's like a squid of pain has attached to my head and it spreading it's whorey tentacles all over.
In either case, seeing now as it's basically two couples, unless we're planning to have a good old fashion orgy I think this isn't going to work out so well.
I'm in the fetal position watching the little mermaid and trying not to die. When do you come home?
Is it bad that I'm a 32 year old woman that is so afraid of commitment that a hamster is too much responsibility?
I'm pretty sure he's playing the harmonica in my shower right now. I just really need to pee.
"I'm 95% straight," he says. Cut to him on his knees...by far the most beautiful guy I've ever fucked.
I might run out into oncoming traffic. Id rather break my legs and/or die then continue with today.
We're making a scrapbook of dick pics, you want in or what?
Moral of the story: fuckboys never change
not sure what stings more, my ass or my pride...
*goes to show prof a picture* *forgets tit pic is in camera roll*
Remember how I have such good luck that it's almost bullshit?
I'm afraid to ask, but go on.
operation Bang Australian Boy = oh so successful
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