these burps are starting to have way more vomit in them,
Only at my house do scrabble games turn into fist fights. I won though... the fight not the board game.
I feel I need to conquer him. He's six ft eight and 265lbs. Its like the mount Everest of sex.
Tempting. But I already used the alcohol poisoning excuse at work this month. No way he would believe it a second time...
I just sent a friend request to someone saying that i was the girl he shared a fifth of jager with last week. Thats something special. He better accept.
I'm using the bullet from my cock ring to massage out my tmj lock jaw from giving too much head.
I think his roommates are using word magnets to tell me that they can hear us. His fridge currently says, "Chris ate out naughty girl."
Is the party worth it?
I am drink. Beer pony and singing.
All I know is that at 4 am I was walking down the street in my bra and his shorts and Im pretty sure I passed my grandma on her morning walk.
I think one make out session at a bar per year is probably the best choice.
Well, I could just slap my dick to my phone and see what it says
Rain drop, shock top, drinking can't stop stop
the D I S R E S P E C T of sending someone nudes, them opening it, and not bothering to respond
there's still a lot i don't remember, like why my iphone's nailed to your wall
Now I am free. And I want to go meet men. My phone deleted all my contacts, and I consider this to be a new beginning. With a new man in my phone book.
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