I literally ate my thanksgiving dinner while getting a lapdance. And honestly, after that, there is no other way.
I have no idea where we are. But it doesn't look dirty so I don't think we are in jersey yet
long story short: there's a file in the master file cabinet labeled "lube".
We've shared an experience, my friend. I, too, have talked on the phone with a parent while giving a handjob
well that explains the french fry and ketchup packet rolled into the wasitband of my sweats. thank you drunk me.
The weed is temporarily burning the grammar section of my brain library.
I think i should wear mittens next time we have sex.
No more stories ab the wkend for co-workers... No one else found "and I didn't have pants on when I got home Saturday night" as funny as I did.
People will call it the Wrath of the Froyo. We'll be immortalized.
I just added Tubthumping to the playlist for tonight. This is going to make or break the party.
If he gets me coffee, cold or no I'll make him see Jesus with my mouth.
I just timed my pee with a stop watch. From when the main stream started to ended. It was 45.1 seconds. This is the truth trust me.
WHY are you masturbating to hockey fights?
Social anxiety problems: I just had to get up and change stalls mid-poop because someone sat down in the one next to mine.
I remember you banged her while I was dying on your couch, so good call
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