i love how people use prayer to talk shit about eachother in a 'holy' manner.
im at a loss of words.... a stripper is dancing to a Justin Bieber song.
I don't get why Lindsay Lohan doesn't just blame her bad behavior on her twin sister from the Parent Trap. I mean nobodys seen her since.
she carries around a jar of peanut butter. "just in case".
Vodka is such a love hate relationship.
Truer words have never been spoken.
It was a deal breaker when she told me not to wear a condom and god would decide if we were meant to be together.
doing laundry. just found my fishnets from Friday. the ENTIRE crotch is torn out. guess that answers the "did we have sex in the cab" question.....
So I'm thinking next semester you should be my own personal maid, nurse, masseuse and chef in exchange for free lodging, any food you can find, and unlimited access to my reproductive organs.
Wanna hang out? my DILF had to dip out for his sons little league game
that's all we do, eat and hve sex, eat and have sex. he thinks it's bad and that we need to talk more or whatever but I'm just not seeing the problem...
I am disappointed by everyone's lack of ability to dance on a stripper pole:(
The smell of mosquito spray completely ruined the sex.
He just kept mumbling that he was too drunk for society and then he peed in a bush
And then he said, "let's have sex and I'll send you home with enchiladas."
I've covered myself in body paint in the likeness of R2D2 and I still didn't get laid. Please explain.
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