Um, that's called prostitution
Not if I leave it on the nightstand, then it's called cab money
we have 69 mutual friends...i have to add her
nothing like a tattoo of a large eagle attacking a small eagle whos attacking a shark to bond to siblings together for life
his dad came out and found me sleeping indian style on the couch with my cup balancing on my boobs. didn't spill a drop.
Let me stew on this while im plucking my nipple hairs and showering.
I feel like somebody ate me, then shit me into my bed.
Haha he puts me in a mood mix of annoyed and... "just get in my pants"
is there any kind of "im boning my neighbor and he happens to be a manager at walmart" discount that our new relationship entitles me to??
i may or may not have triedto pee like a boy and then dipped cheese ino the olive oil
the fact that i came three times was completely negated by the fact that he high-fived himself after.
you can't tell me not to come to work cause roads are bad then ask me an hour later to come in and expect me to be sober
I'm sorry for breaking our door. And being a bitch about it.
Afterwards he face timed like four of his friends screaming he banged the hot intern.
Does your drug dealer have a printer I can use??
And our sex soundtracks thus far have been metal and Star Wars
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