There's a woman here that looks like a cross between Michael Jackson and Flipper.
his extensive knowledge of the age of consent laws kinda scares me....
I found out you can't leave the bar with a drink. I also found out that pouring it on the bouncers shoes is also unacceptable.
I tried to explain to the cop how we all have skeletons in our closets but he just wouldn't listen.
Literally I thought my ears were pouring out blood. That high.
I no longer see him as a simple set of male genitalia attached to a very sexy body. The title "trophy fuck" seems wrong. Damn.
Don't forget: you only show your tits for the good beads. Be judicious.
don't you dare blame getting arrested on me. you sugested we play the penis game and we all know I'm a strong competitor
i'm exhausted. do you know how hard it is to put together an outfit that is professional enough to secure a babysitting job yet slutty enough to let him know i'm down for sex during naptime?
Dance move was taxi-ing on the runway then taking off in a plane. All the boys wanted to beat you up cause they were like "who is this angel flapping her arms like a bird in the bar i must have her"
There's mini weenies and empanadas everywhere...
At least they play good movies in the waiting room of the pregnancy resource center.
Can't beat it when the local bar sends you off with a loaf of bread on the way out the door.
You kept calling yourself a spider monkey... Then ran to the bathroom to "prepare for the main event"
He bent me in ways I couldn't imagine.. and im a gymnast.
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