I love the moment a guy admits defeat against the front clasping bra.
i've decided to use this saturday afternoon to take care of my pube situation
She kept saying my hands are a cupcake factory
She dropped a weight class after every shot I took. I thought I was just drink something magical.
They left at like 4. I got up to help clean their house this morning and we found his pants. No ones heard from him, we're all a little scared.
I told your dad we had a nice lunch and hung out for awhile. It seemed more appropriate than "I had a bite of his canned chili and then we ripped each others clothes off."
I apologized for the whole SWAT team incident to the roommate.
I would like you to know I am eating your apology chocolate, which means i forgive you for puking everywhere before formal
I'm bored enough im considering taking up his offer to turn me straight just to kill time until the lasagna is out of the oven
On Friday, can we drink like its Civil Wars times and the doctor's coming to saw off our gangreen infected legs?
I'm pretty sure male strippers are the last things I need in my life right now.
My dad just saw me take dirty one night stand underwear out of my purse. I'm willing to admit I have a problem
He may be 6' 6" but I'm 180 lbs of pure rage and determination
He couldn't undo my bra. He ended up breaking the clasp he clawed at it so long. We met on Tinder for God sake
He ate me out in the passenger seat of his Range Rover in a Tim Hortons parking lot. I could hear “oh canada” on the radio from a nearby school as I came. Most patriotic orgasm ever!
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