i think i would be perfectly content if, on my deathbed, i could look back on a life that didn't have any fisting in it
She looks like Sash Grey but sounds like Fran Drescher. Advise.
Note: footlong is not the password to the subway wi fi network.. p.s- im super high
swears the blind dude on this train is faking. Every day he stumbles and falls into a different girl's lap and then has to grab her tits to steady himself.
Doing lines and watching a show on hot dogs around the world ... Why do I do this to myself
He has horses apparently. I wonder if we could fuck while riding a horse or if that's too dangerous.
Passed out on the bench in the men's bathroom. Feel much better now.
crossing my fingers that hitting golf balls off my pourch was a dream and not something that actaculy happened
Not drinking has really freed up a lot of my time. I made a bracelet yesterday. I miss bars.
You're tall, so I have high hopes for your dick.
FACE TIME HER WHILE YOU GUYS BANG
At the funeral we'll say nice things, like "She was delightfully extreme, psychotically wonderful, and could probably drink all you fuckers under the table."
That's literally the perfect eulogy
She was dressed as a banana and told me that I needed more potassium in my diet. Of course I went down on her.
So what's your itinerary for Amsterdam?
Show up, get drunk, get laid, try not to miss my flight home.
Either he pets my cat or this deal is null
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