You really coming over, don't trick.
im trying to catch a child molester. call you later.
whatever it's my dick and i'll put it wherever i want
It's just my hair. It brings natural happiness. Like goldfish, big boobs, and milkshakes.
Of course drinkings involved. They don't call it alcoholism because we eat too many skittles.
i know it happened because it happened right beside me, and at one point on top of me.
lesson learned.. dressing up like a naughty teacher doesn't mean you can get away with spanking a cop with a ruler for being "fresh" with you
I GOOGLED IT. BEES CAN MASTURBATE. WHAT.
YOU'RE CHANGING THE SUBJECT. I CAN BLOW SOMETHING UP OR I CAN TELL HIM YOU LOVE HIM, BUT ONE OF THE TWO IS BOUND TO HAPPEN
Now that I'm sober, I'm realizing you put your name in my phone as "wowww"
he keeps various drugs in his kitchen cupboard like groceries. that is my new life goal as an adult.
There's a quesaritto in the oven. Neither of us have been to Taco Bell in 3 weeks.
Honestly, I want an afternoon of mild abuse, mixed with face fucking and general molestation that turns in love making, laughter and cinnamon toast crunch naked in bed.
So, I'm either with my future life partner or my future life taker. And his brother. lol. I'll let you know when I get home alive.
Uh oh. Put down the vodka cancel the clowns and get rid of the donkey
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