i can totally tell he's high. he's having a conversation with my dog.
so i just googled the prescription for aldara i saw on your desk this morning...
You asked the dj to play 'who let the dogs out" because it was your birthday. You left the bar and then re-entered to the song
we're taking a shot everytime we receive a "Happy Thanksgiving!!!!!" mass text. up to 7 since 10am. God help us.
we had a 10 minute conversation with his family about how I don't let him eat me out. I want to go home
we had incredible sex, then he proposed with the vibrating cock ring
I feel like none of my dresses scream slut the way I'd like them to
I was under the impression that I sent actual words. turns out it was a series of letters and question marks on a side note we still had sex
once you have herpes you dont really care what goes in your mouth anymore.
there is no excuse for him not showing up to my st. patrick's day party. i touch his dick. i get him on the high holidays.
Apparently it's poor taste to ask for a break up blow job...in McDonald's. Also, that's not the best way to break the news either.
You made a glowstick headband with a helium balloon tied around it and climbed a tree in high heels. I was impressed.
Just watched a girl fall down the stair and be to drunk to get up. The only stair in the bar. It's like watching a turtle on it's back.
Having random cyber sex while watching to catch a predator just seems wrong.
you were shouting "me peeing on him is the closest he'll EVER get to my vagina!"
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