So im pretty sure the object of my emotional onterest is tired of playing with me....
Imagine two people making love on top of a unicorn . . . my life is the opposite of that.
he put a lighter in my cleavage and said "you're like another pocket!"
Sprained my ankle at sky zone REST ICE COMPRESSION ELEVATION AND SHOTS it'll all feel better soon
She basically needs a man who will never act up and take all of her shit
I'm even having trouble finding a guy who's taller than me with no unibrow.. someone needs to tell her its time to lower her standards
No if my life depended on you fingering me just let me die
Dont really know what happened near the end, Pockets were filled with skittles though
When i'm home next we need to get baked and go to waffle house. I want to see if the waitress can still guess my intoxication level and what i'm about to order before i even make it to the table.
My philosophy is thug life and that means never having to say your sorry for stealing drinks off tables
Best ethics paper a stoner could write. I called my professor Dr. Superfly Arandia. And I'm pretty sure I used "respect the hustle" somewhere in there too.
oh btw ur so lucky i got stoned and passed out or we sooo would have bedazzled your dick while you slept. just sayin.
Not gonna lie: had to look up how to spell fellatio. Not sure I spelled it right even now. Looks like a Shakespearean character. ENTER FELLATIO, SOLILOQUIZING.
Not to play devil's advocate, but, considering how our species has evolved so far... I'm kinda rooting for the sun on the whole heat death thing.
I got very very very high last night and bought a cotton candy machine on eBay
just bought safety googles to wear so he can cum on my face and not in my eye. SAFETY FIRST!
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