We're having the conversation about what happened last night, all we can come up with is that we came home, drank two litres of lemonade, I took one of her seizure pills and we fell asleep with sabrina the teenage witch on
was it good sex?
i mean it was good for how drunk we were. and for how big the closet was
As added birth control I warned him that if he knocked me up tonight I would name the baby Truck.
I cant be sure, but i think ive been drunk in this church before.
My new year's resolution was to squirt this year. I only have four months left. Help.
I'm so high that I'm intently watching my neighbor move his car back and forth in order to put his motorcycle in the garage, and getting irritated that it seems so complicated.
When I took off my jeans he became more excited about my Elmo underwear than sex but to be fair, who can blame him. They're awesome undies.
My mouth feels like it's at the dentist but my body feels like it's at the strip club.
Did I really make a PSA to that garage party that you wanted to bang him?
You gave a whole fucking speech. It was inspiring.
You brought string cheese to the strip club
I'm getting high with a 50 year old car wash guy. Enough said.
so third time im replacing the batteries on my vibrator in 2 months #sosingle....on another note though, black beauty is raring to go
I can't remember what I did last night, but judging from the state of my hair I had a pretty good time.
If we're going to communicate going forward, you'll need to be versed in Gillian Anderson.
Do you remember vividly describing the shape and girth of my cock to that girl last night?
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