you better believe me or I'll punch you in the face
are any of them hardcore sluts...just absolute worthless human beings? if not the paper wins
I don't think so, think I've only met him once, the night I lost my teeth
hiding in a bush to avoid a seven dollar cab ride. cabby got out a flashlight and looked for us for like an hour. help.
They set the pop up pool in the basement-running filter and all. Drunk swimming. Come now.
I didn't think about how painful the pumpkin seeds coming up the next morning would be. Oh well, I'm good at making pumpkin seeds and that's all that matters.
Do you know what the cost code is for strip clubs? I'm filling out my company expense report right now
I just added a bunch of arbitrary options to my ouija board. Ghosts can now tell me "cheddar," "the homosexual agenda," "the whole foods vegan aisle," or "viable offspring"
Fuck off I wasn't that drunk. I was still able to toss froot loops in the air and catch them in my mouth.
And in your bra. It was quite entertaining.
I wore home his HoHoHo boxers. I've never felt such a connection to an article of clothing.
you were caressing the jar of pickles then you looked down and whispered to them "I want you inside me"
So after taking my shirt off, he pulls my bra off like a hockey jersey. FUCKIN PRO. Guy knew what he wanted.
He wants to tie me naked and spread out on his table, press a vibrator to my clit and feed me ice cream.
That is my stoner wet dream!
And I threw up 26 times yesterday. I actually think I threw up a spider too.
He sang a ten minute song about me sitting on his face and eating quesadillas. Pretty sure I have to marry him.
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