We're 3 acts into this drag show and we've already run out of Lady Gaga songs.
Umm. Any where really. Alcohol and boobs. Those are the requirements.
Almost thought it was a good idea to call his parents to thank them for having a son with an awesome dick. That high.
He said that if more girls show up hes not going to ask ages... Spoken like a true sex offender
apparently he couldn't remember my name so he refereed to me as whats-her-boobs and everyone knew that it was me he was talking about
She tried catching cigarette ashes on her tongue like snowflakes.
Hangover Status: I've been bedridden longer than that kid from The Secret Garden. It's not looking good.
So my mom and I were talking about what I should get you for christmas. She made it clear I cannot get christmas lingerie.
And our DD is passed out in the bathtub with the curtain closed. What happened tonight
I faked more orgasms with him then ever should be allowed for someone this pretty.
I have bruises all over my legs. Did I hit a car with my bike last night?
I was christened with Fireball shots by some guy at the bar. I'm practically Jesus now.
He's getting so into these sexts, I hate to tell him I'm fully clothes, watching Bring It On and eating chips and salsa.
You know my vagina and my heart have a mind of their own even when it’s pouring snow.
It is like...the most transformative hard on I have ever had.
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