that girl last night was a 15
wait she was 15?
no like black jack not sure if you should hit it
Sorry I couldn't answer your call, I'm expecting a call from Chris Hansen.
I'm guessing you didn't end up going to the bar last night.
Nope. Ended up at what I believe was a slumber party down the street.
My birthing hips are way to big to be around all these juveniles.
I feel like i'm in "To Catch a Predator - The Musical"
when does it stop being whiskey dick and start just being me bad in bed?
Nothing says "I'm a sorority girl" like puking at 830 in the am, wearing my anti-hazing pin, and getting ready for a tea party.
Well, practice makes perfect. Let's start playing Eye of the Tiger and do a blowjob training montage.
He fingered me in a Waffle House bathroom and then stole a traffic cone. Is this love that I'm feeling?
A surplus of mistakes were made and I don't know what 89% of them were.
And he listens to me when I talk to him like the hulk.
My apartment looks like the apocalypse of sobriety.
I will be the DD but everyone has to call me Mistress
Hypothetically - think of it as Schrodinger's blow-job.
If he knew how badly I want to blow him he’d stop talking about his wife
Leave it to my mom and I to turn the hearing into a drinking game.
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