Ooooh. That's not a mole. Uncomfortable.
i can now get sex on a playground off my list of things to do in life.
Of course I was flustered, I had a lot of penis in my face.
I am soup sandwich. I have been at dAnce party
She kept telling me to calm down. I was on the floor with my eyes shut, not moving. In levels of calm I was one step above coma patient
And don't worry, my exact words were "I can't believe a baby came outta that thing"
While you wait, fill out your state patrol application. Not trying to be your mom, I just really want to fuck a cop.
It could be worse. I was dumped by a guy in a kilt after he gave my shoes away on St. Patrick's Day.
I finally broke my dry spell. I did it. D-do-da-Dora.
Just burnt my tongue. Not sure if it will help or hurt giving blow jobs
he's so sweet and its so cute. but I swear to fuck if I let my guard down and this was all a lie I am going to become a serial killer.
Still, being medically ordered to stuff things in your vagina is amazing.
This conversation went from me banging other women's husbands to learning about baked goods. If that isn't personal growth I don't know what is.
You should have thought of that before emitting walrus sounds while intoxicated
I woke up with an eye patch on, someone else's sweatshirt on, and no pants on. I hope it was a good night.
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