I ran a string through all of my old vicodin bottles and strung them on the tree. Tis the season.
I don't remember much but I remember it was a unanimous decision that Santa was indeed real and Cait's stripping somehow proved this.
The question is do I invite my fuck buddy to my graduation party now that my girfriend found out about her?
Stories of my weekends have cause divorces, are you sure you wanna hang out?
And by sexy pictures I mean pictures of my penis in strange places. I rock out with my cock out.
So Monday we're lesbians.
Deal. This decision is final and any rebates on this will result in losing an eyeball.
I get so many dick pics from him...He has an unhealthy obsession with his own penis...
He was awful. Hubby's was apparently epic. I suck at swinging.
I'm honestly just now recovering from saint Patrick's day.
An old biker dude just flirted with me at Food City. I enjoyed it. God damn I need to get laid.
Well, that's not my fault. I make decisions all the time when I'm drunk.
I think I pulled a boob muscle during phone sex
sending my old camp counselor nudes. childhood memory win or new low?
In other news, my ex fuck buddy is a surprisingly good wingman.
That bitch claimed that you said it was ok if she drank your vodka. Obviously she has never met you
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