I seriously fake cumming more than i poop.
I don't know what you're doing, but there's a dragon on my street.
I'm having post traumatic stress flashbacks of last night. That big. Don't know whether to call him again or change my name...
considering how much of last night I don't remember and the amount of ones laying on my desk right now, it's safe to say I'm concerned
And it just wouldn't be a Thursday night without me having to cuss out a foreigner. The streak continues.
No driving. The car is spinning. I am praying for mcdonalds.
She started ignoring us once we told her we were out to celebrate your abortion. Who knew strippers could be judgemental?
My clit ring got caught in his beard. Never. Again.
Then, halfway through our conversation, I remembered what you drunkenly told me last night and was all "maintain eye contact, do not look at his massive penis".
Ya I guess if we compared our actions now with our actions 2 years ago. We are definitely in a constant state of shit showness.
Currently getting "blaow" buzzed into my pubes. How's your thursday?
I may or may not have traded your body to the rodeo's owner for free beer.
Oh if we have sex in public no one will frown upon it. They will stand and cheer for it
30-degree weather + Metal Cockring Monday = really hard to pee.
He seems like a nice guy. I mean, I know he's married and he's essentially paying me to be his side hoe, but he really seems like a good person.
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