Yes i believe i did use that word. It culminated in a man wearing a corset thigh highs and stripper shoes. All mine btw.
He sent me a pic of his Junk. He said it was a Brett Farve valentine.
i swear, about 40% of my drunken life is spent having sex with him.
Before I left he asked me if I could submit my panties for the frat house undergarment chandelier. I said yes
I pretty much envision me eating a turkey leg whilst fucking you. I have priorities.
I should have slept with you when you were wearing the gorilla suit. I've had dreams about your chest hair. I hope jail wasn't too bad.
I have to bobbypin his pubes for us to have sex. The other day he wanted me to braid them.
I understand that just don't try to seduce me while making frozen pizza again.
somehow this went from sexting to explaining my eating disorder.
Hey, I'm making progress. I haven't thrown up in a bar while wearing a sweater vest in almost two months.
Dude, I'm trippin balls. For real, I thought this bag on my floor was my dog for the longest time...
So, I without a doubt haven't used the bag I'm now carrying since we were dating. Just had to discreetly throw out an unopened magnum in a bus station.
BOOM BITCH SERVES YOU RIGHT I HOPE YOU SHIT YOURSELF PETER PAN
after the ketamine those signs on the bathroom door had little meaning to us
you know your booty call is really trying when he offers to pay the toll for the bridge you have to cross to get to his house
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