last night was a success...if success means i don't remember the guy's name and my panties are somewhere in the parking lot behind the bar
They need a stunt cock, be about 20 more minutes.
and then the entire party sang the national anthem a capella around the keg.
We don't need a hotel, we'll just sleep in the post office.
The mystery gender stripper never showed up with that party burrito last night.
Whiskey??
It will be at least another 6 weeks before I say yes again. I'm bruised. I stole sex cards and a really nice pocket knife. I acquired a vial of my own blood. Talk about a yard sale...
How interesting! I'm adding this to my list of things to discuss with you between fucks.
Lol I think I might have been a little aggressive last night there is a blue ass print from your jeans on my wall
I'm gonna hop on that dick and ride it into the sunset
We did Irish Car Bombs out of butter trays, the influence of the retired community is astounding- I didn't know people even owned more than one butter tray.
like i got into his car and the beatles were playing. this kid is def getting his dick sucked
I'm in the woods tripping balls the water is rising why don't you answer me
I hate how she's getting mean with age
Meh, you can't hate. That's our basic life goal and you know it.
I'm eating cookie dough with a tongue depressor for lunch.
My new gym is popular with trophy wives. They’re talking about yachts and plastic surgery
Learn their secrets! I want to meet men with Maseratis. The meat heads and Mustangs scene is getting old
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