The way you explained my vagina was exactly the way I would of described my breakfast burrito.
I saw hookers! I saw hookers! I saw hookers! I saw hookers! I saw hookers! I saw hookers! Live in the flesh!
The only thing that would make my night better is if William Shatner came and read me a bedtime story.
I'm scared at the amount of beastiality in this conversation.
Well, it's hard to say. Last night he puked a perfect circle around him on the floor, and then sat in it insisting it would protect him from the smoke monster. He's was still there last time I checked.
I just remember being in the bathroom alone cussing out the bunny
well... I just junk punched a carnie. Doesnt matter how, it still counts for my bucket list.
Yeah, I've been trying to get him to eat healthier. Turns out he'll eat almost any fruit or vegetable as long I let him eat it off my body.
I think we r still a few steps from ex sex. In fact, that's never going to happen. I'm just saying on the seething-chemical-fire-of-emotional-distress-to-post -relationship-intercourse scale, I'm closer to fucking than throttling. Progress is fun.
Like these jerks could have told me it wasn't a video call, I wouldn't have put on pants.
Fuck you. I've got onesies to keep me warm at night. And this bottle.
I realized it was late, and he was my brother in humanity and another incarnation of my own life force and consciousness, so I regained control of myself, thanked him for helping me, and went home.
Just a reminder- you dropped broccoli in my car and then felt bad for it and named him Henry
I know. I miss henry.
Sometimes, it’s important to take a moment and kinkshame yourself.
Apparently last night I was doing back bends for the guy making my easy mac because clearly it wasn't easy enough for me.
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