They still haven't come up with a cure for a hangover; good luck cancer.
He only uses me for sexual pleasure. The sad part is I don't even feel like a slut. I just I feel like I should just live in the top drawer of his nightstand....for free of course.
yeah. pants. i need to put pants on. i didn't do that last night. big mistake
He called me a "functional alcoholic" like its a bad thing.
Two man bar crawl was hectic. Just found leaves in my pocket.
You compared your dick to a twizzler. In no way, shape, or form is that a turn on.
You were on the drunk bus swinging around on the pole when you decided you were hungry, so you pulled half a bagel out of your pants and ate it. Everyone stared at you, dumbfounded as to where it came from, and cheered
I'm not liking this ratio of moving to blowjobs...
Tonight just try not to threaten to pee on the hot guys buying us drinks....please..
As a matter of fact, I am on the treadmill with the Bottle of UV Blue as we speak.....
Cory and I accidentally had a sexual adventure last night.
How do you ACCIDENTALLY have a sexual adventure?
I wanted to make fun of someone saying that to an untrained ear, skrillex is blah blah blah. But it was too soon after they said it. And now I can't find it. These are real problems.
No more morning sex. Just for once, my vagina would like to go to work bone-dry and bone-free.
I just wanna be naked and go frolic in the snow
It's not just going to appear. A lot of blood, sweat, tears, and leg work went into finding a cock that amazing!
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