can we please move this conversation out of my vagina?
It's 3 am and my parents just came up the driveway in a limo. They didn't leave in a limo. I'm scared to even ask.
so i just calculated it and i would need to score 150% on this final to pass
my neighbors garage sale is really cutting into the time of day when i can smoke weed on my deck.
Theres a picture of you standing next to a John Wayne cardboard cutout that says dont drink and drive. your buddy is shirtless holding a beer and youre holding your keys up with marker on your face.
I'm not sure, 7-8, the last bit was a rush of at least three blended together. Basically you fucked me so stupid that I can't even recall the number of orgasms.
So you know, I'm making that my facebook status.
It's okay, I found my phone in the toaster oven. Logical explanation: 5 martinis
You did it first. I was merely expressing my support for you, by pressing my testicles against a window.
I know it basically makes me the worst feminist ever, but I don't want to kill my own spiders. And I will pay my personal spider hit man with sammiches and unlimited , uninhibited access to my vagina.
I am in an eBay bidding war over a build a bear one direction tshirt, this is who you choose to bone
We did Irish Car Bombs out of butter trays, the influence of the retired community is astounding- I didn't know people even owned more than one butter tray.
Maybe if I get to know him I'll stop wanting to fuck his wife so much.
Text me if something catches fire and I will put pants on
So vagazzling was a success
I am far too sober to understand you right now. sorry.
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