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The remote chance that I may get a blowjob is about the only reason I have a shower every day.
and I was crying with the towel lady in the bathroom of the bar about the tragedy in Haiti. Then we hugged before I left and I gave her 10 dollars.
facebook friend requested him the morning after while he was still asleep in my bed, a whole new level of creeper even for me
literally hosing herself off in my back yard with the hose. i offered her the shower but she refused. that drunk.
Just found bud in my hair....gotta love curls
oh dear god, that would be like watching to female walruses mate. We need to stop going to that lesbian bar...
Sitting on an airplane reeking of booze, sex and shame while surrounded by families coming home from Disney. This is not one of my finer moments.
Promise me you won't have sex in my room
I can't promise you that, but I promise you that I'll try
Might want to in your tub tho. That thing is fucking huge.
I saw Nicolas Cage's face in the moon. Those were good shrooms.
No it was good. I serenaded the holding cell occupants with a fabulous rendition of Making Love out of Nothing at all. It was fucking amazing!
The dysfunction is strong in this one.
..and by hang out i don't mean fucking then going back home i mean let's get something to eat & watch a movie and fuck sometime in between.
Fucker was flying a Bruins flag. He can pick up the dog's poop himself.
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