Let's just be mature adults about last night and never speak of it again.
When i look at that picture of him, i'm a little proud to be like yeah, his dick was in my mouth saturday no big deal.
Improvement. She went from pretending she was the soccer ball in the world cup games and it hurt when they kicked her to passed out on the floor.
I havnt even moved into my new place yet and there's already a county sheriffs card taped to the door with my name on it asking me to call him
His beard is glorious and he smells like barbecue. Introduce me to him.
I command you to take a shot and dance like the pretty little gay boy you are.
Dude she hit me with my own penis and it hurt. I've never been cock slapped but she slapped me with my own cock so it has to be worse.
It seems that only way I've actually improved myself after 2 years of writing for the school newspaper is that I've mastered the art of descriptive words to improve my sexting skills
I WANT TO. I JUST IMAGINE HIS BEAUTIFUL BLONDE HEAD INBETWEEN MY LEGS AND I BREAK DOWN AND START CRYING.
Can you get the drug form of snow for the blizzard this weekend?
Strange request but for my birthday you should get me one of those vibrators that you can plug into your iPod that go along with the music.
Pizza rolls are incredible. They are like sex, except I have them sometimes
Like who turns down taking a nap inside of someone in 2014.
What happened to you last night?
SO. MANY. SHOTS.
THERE ARE NO EMOJIS TO SHOW MY SEXUAL FRUSTRATION
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