Everything we own is covered in grass and KY
I have one brief flash of having his dick in my hand. that's all I remember.
You insisted I take photos of you vomiting off the top of the tree.
My fuck buddy took time out of his date with his girlfriend to text me happy Valentines Day.
No clues in my phone. Only dialed call: my own social security number. And that was before 10:00pm.
I want a calm night. Not one where I wake up to you topless and bloody.
he told me it was like eating gods vagina.
Everything was cool until I tried to photo bomb those Hells Angels, then it's all a blank
Proudest moment of my life. Just watched a guy walk into the side of a car because I winked at him. Love these yoga pants and my hair. Fuck yes. His mouth was hanging open.
this case of pbr just wont end. i keep finding more.
They are doing the auction. One of the items in the auction is a grenade launcher.
Okay, so when I go to meet your grandma, let's do a quick cum check to we don't have another "what's that on your face?" situation.
I feel like asking for a towel for after I puke before I puke to be more respectful than jus going outside to puke and coming back inside covered in sweat and tears.
She sent me a thank you card for not fucking her boyfriend...
She dropped the call after she told me she doesn't want to hear about how loud he can scream.
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