See it, we're so close, i smell your vagisil
I am watching the symphony and have decided that violin players probably give really good hand jobs.
I think I'm cybering, it's been a while and its more in depth than it was in 8Th grade.
I may have been hammered and in a wheelchair but I definitely remember asking the hospital reseptionist to marry me
threw up in a bar last night and got laid on an air mattress. my bucket list just got a lot shorter
Apparently everytime he put me down to bed I escaped out the window, I faintly recall climbing into the canoe in the back yard, and air paddling.
He knows my period schedule but not my work schedule.
Although I love the reason it was done, can you maybe not show pictures of my dick to all your friends at parties? I like to present my penis in my own special way. thanks
I'm gonna lurk in the mother fucking bushes and watch karma take him down like a gimpy gazelle.
He broke hus nose arm jousting with the traffic cones... We need to make head shots illegal or get helmets or something
I want to buy her liposuction. And a spot on What Not To Wear. And a face transplant.
IT'S LIKE SHE TAKES SECRET KUNG FU CUNT LESSONS AND THEN BRUCE LEES ALL OVER EVERYONE.
I added a U.S. Senator on snapchat....casual.
in a meeting in my bathtub while predrinkin for tonight. technology.
I know he works a lot but c'mon man. I 69'd you the first week we boned. Put a little effort in. Fuck.
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