So im pretty sure the object of my emotional onterest is tired of playing with me....
Sometimes I get depressed that my son is too young to understand how hot his babysitter is.
he just wrote my ten page research paper for tit pics. i love my boobs.
bouncer thought i was tryin to get the license plate numbers of strippers to stalk them. I had to go show him where I threw up to get back in.
and on the fourth day, god made foam parties.
idk whats worse playing power hour to yourself, or the fact that you were having fun while doing it
There are eight sets of guys I've made out with who have the same name. It's like noah's ark in my mouth.
It's one of those things you just need to see in person at least once in your life. Like Niagara falls or some shit. His ass is the Niagara falls of asses
Another reason why I like dubstep now, it makes me feel even higher than I already am.
me blowing you awake is the exact turn i want our relationship to take
The nausea has returned and I can't handle such things to exit my body so violently
I should never be allowed to dance around children at weddings. I think I just insured that a 4 year old will be a future teen mom.
Also, full disclose I puked in a fruit barrel box
I thought my sex drive was gone but let me tell you it is back with a vengeance
If you ever tell anyone I offered you boob squeezes for cheetos, I'll kill you
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