We walked 2 miles, legit 2 miles, and purchased 7 half gallons. One for each of us. Intense
I'm sitting next to this guy at the bar. I wrote him a little song in my head it goes "there is no fucking chance you're getting in my pants" gonna sing it to him after he buys me another drink.
He just asked me if I ever had the urge to put a zucchini in my ass.
i need a new camera phone. my pictures from last night are as blurry as my memories. and neither tell me why i woke up in an airplane hangar.
Don't worry. I just took 2 benadryls and beat off. I'm practically sleep texting
I have a page in my 2010 scrapbook dedicated to pictures of his cock.
We were in the shower and he sat down an wouldn't do anything. I'm so glad he manscapes. It made washing his balls less awkward.
...if you're living vicariously thought me, that was a great blow job you just gave in the B&N parking lot.
Haha. Last winter I went through this phase where id go to the bars with my own giant goblet and demand to be served white wine and red bull hah
I understand that just don't try to seduce me while making frozen pizza again.
This may have to wait till tomorrow. I smoked so my back wouldn't hurt and I overshot relaxed by like 4 hits casually
Also bring a pizza or no entry to my vagina OR the fort.
Cheese only
Keywords: shitstorm, police, jail.
BTW, Julia referred to you as a power bottom. Are you available?
Don't tell him that you hope he dies in a boring missionary position with his wife. That doesn't go over well.
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