Text. Mid BJ. 8 points.
I am standing at the lion i publicly humped last night. i am mortified.
Let's get back to talking about you giving me a blow job.
Day 3. Will have to postpone job hunting by a month. May have blown out my knee. Was sunburned on Friday. Now look painted red. Still alive. All worth it.
I woke up wearing nothing but his lifeguard whistle..
I ended up on the roof were calling it a tie
Sounds good! I plan on writing a book entitled: I've Probably Done Cocaine In Your Bathroom. A tell-all by Lauren.
She said my new name was "ranch" because I "looked delicious"
Me too. We could do it like prostitutes. No kissing on the mouth.
We don't have sex anymore. We both agree that the olympics are more important to watch. All day. Also i don't look good compared to the athletes...
The drunk mom in a firefighter hat just told her to leave.
at least its a cool name to shout when he's balls deep in you later
Okay, tomorrow we'll have a day of life-sorting and plasma-selling.
You've lost booty call privileges between the hours of 10pm and 8am.
Just calm down. My foot long super joint and I will be over shortly.
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