Is it wierd that I kind of wish I could hang out with Melissa Joan Hart?
his electricity got shut off. i felt like a pilgrim searching for his dick.
Houston, we have a problem
where are u?
Houston. That's the problem. I don't know how I got here.
this must be what syphilis tastes like
you say it like running around in your thong wasted is a bad thing
but he gave me mouthwash after the bj. no ones ever done that for me before.
He rubs his penis on back when he think I'm sleeping
So for future reference.... it's a little unnerving when I can't get hold of you, and the last communication we had was, "Oh fuck... It's tequila"
Dude, he's legal now. You could not pry me from his dick with the jaws of life.
I woke up to realize my keys were on the front porch. Also so was I. So close yet so far
my night stand is a mini fridge, dont even try to get on my level of laziness.
I want to die, ON THAT, with that INSIDE ME. ironically, I sense that would be the only time I'd feel alive.
New rule. If he's too busy to put the "H" in "what" then I'm too busy to put his D in me.
You hit your head and proceeded to fall in the floor, curl up in my lap and make me rock you like a small infant. I was beginning to worry until you started to sing "Rock me momma like a wagon wheel".
Your parents are gone and we haven't fucked in their bed... why?
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