Let's get back to talking about you giving me a blow job.
I guess I gave him a 20 minute play-by-play of the first three sections of R. Kelly's 'trapped in a closet.'
Now he's galloping around the bar. I don't know whether to laugh or cry.
No sexy Asian girl. No comfy bed. I'm just gonna lie here in the hall next to the garbage can until someone comes home.
No, he's ok. He just broke his teeth on the stripper pole. No biggie.
If this outfit doesn't get me pregnant tonight I don't know what will...
Dislocated my knee during sex, popped it back in and kept going. Then got simpathy chipotle out of it too.
Like I owe him sex. Hell fucking no. I owe myself sex. With a celebrity. Or a clean pornstar. Who knows.
I have the rest of my life to settle down this is totally time for friends and pizza
Cause I know you wanna ride the D like a Vespa in ROMAN HOLIDAY
I was going to say that I wasn't sure how that happened... but then I remembered that I bonded with the Australians over vitamins and INXS and they bought me tequila.
Well, he was my lawyer and now we get drunk and hook up.
That explains the way he looks at you.
I did not pay that kind of money so that It could be hidden. that bra needs to shine in glory so that it can be seen by the world.
He tripped and fell all the way to the ground and then stood right back with out spilling a drop of his 3/4 full glass of rum and coke. It was like watching something from the matrix
im having flashbacks to my time in a waffle cult composed of 9 to 14 year olds
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