I have a story that starts with Nutella and ends with sex in the laundry building at RIT.
you screamed 'he won't go on a date with me, but he gave me a free junior chicken'
well imagine, me dating the manager equals free junior chickens for everyone
My T9 Word has dryhumped saved but I can't even get it to figure out bbq.
I hit 10,000 texts this month.. I think my grandkids have carpal tunnel.
Okay my swimming class is like the fatass/diabetic guide to losing 2 pounds by christmas
so i guess now we know you can get away with peeing mere feet from the Capitol if you shout IM PREGNANT at the guards
Hey, the point is, I have 3 guys to fuck to get over the last one. It's my golden rule. You told me to find a hobby! It translated as "find another guy".
That is the opposite way I told you to find a hobby.
lesson learned.. dressing up like a naughty teacher doesn't mean you can get away with spanking a cop with a ruler for being "fresh" with you
He was spooning with the dog when I came home. Now shes afriad to go near him. Should I ask?
I know you're on a date and I should leave you alone but about twenty minutes ago I realized I haven't been spanked in years so if you're still looking for a birthday present, you know, consider it.
Fuck I forgot the furry convention was this weekend and now I'm downtown. Way too high for this shit.
He sent me a picture of his dick as a snake, I'd say things are going great.
Every FB picture she has looks like it's from the POV of the guy she's blowing
Am I just high or is she having an auction for her vagina on Twitter
my life is turning into trapped in the closet at way too fast a speed for me to feel comfortable.
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