i found her turbo button.....if you know what i mean.
Pretty sure I just has te same conversation as you. He suggested I get, sell, and fuck the hoes, and once all was said and done, that I should refer afforementioned hoes to him, to perform felatio.
I feel like my whole life has been one big pre-game for Mexico.
He walked in, tore open the drawer, pulled out a condom, and slammed it shut. He was that ready.
I showed remarkable dignity in such a compromising situation. Except I came off as sort of a blue ball giver.
My goal for tonight: make tomorrow as awkward as humanly possible.
He said last night that he'd never had such a great conversation and such a great handjob at the same time.
Please don't let me drink ever again. I apparently told him he could stay but as there was no room in the bed he'd have to lie on top of me and he'd need to anchor himself on with his penis so he didn't fall off.
ME TOO. Am adrunk madr out qith. White guy. Guy de white. Blanco chico. Chico de blanco
I was galloping around pretending to give birth to pbrs. I could have used a mask.
And apparently I was the one that started the drunken make out session that broke the window
I hate ovaries. They're horrible little sacs of satanic enmity.
That's the most poetic description of female anatomy I've ever heard.
So I just realized I have three bananas, seven condoms, three lube packets, three tampons, and a shot glass in my bag but no pen #modelstudent
I tried to trade my phone for pizza last night. I guess I had priorities last night
I'm sorry but it's something you and your A cups wouldn't understand.
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