and in the morning, while we were eating breakfast, she was all " i think someone sneezed into my shirt..." she'll never know.
do you know anything about the $5 bill with my name stapled to it in my purse??
No, this time she was diabetic. I think I fucked her into diabetic shock.
every facebook tagged picture of yours, you are either drinking, swimming or drunk in water
She peed in the limo. She stood up and pulled up her dress and peed on the floor of the limo.
He told me I was a pleasure to arrest. That's the 2nd time I've heard that.
That would warm my breasts.
In this context breast is a metaphor for soul.
Remember that time you came over to my house and I was on the porch naked and eating peanut butter?
Got home. All the lights were on. All the doors were unlocked. My room was covered in beads, there's puke in the sink and of course our toilet is still broke. I'd say it was a decent Mardi Gras
Yeah. I'm so over work, that I'm not even satisfied pretending to work anymore. I just flat out want to go home. Fuck this job
Pretty sure when I woke up the next morning we were still fucking. It just didn't stop.
How weird would it be for me to get 1 hour photos printed at CVS of my partially or all nude?
NOT ALL OF US HAVE THE HANDS OF GODDAMN ANGELS YOU KNOW
The next time you scream bombs away when you are inside me will be the last time you are inside me
Woo is fucking right, dude. Vodka night tonight. Honestly, every night pretty much seeems like vodka night lately. My liver wants to move out of my body like I gave it an eviction notice.
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