So I have to ask... did I meet your lumberjack expectations? I mean, minus the red flannel and all.
so thats when we found her crawling hands and knees up first street singing hold me closer tony danza as loud as she could
did she say where she was going
apparently she thought she was on morton hill and was trying to go back to the bars
we had a 10 minute conversation with his family about how I don't let him eat me out. I want to go home
It hit me after I slept with his best friends and brother, that maybe I took it a bit far
i like how i just referred to his pregnant wife as the "other" melissa and you didn't even judge me.
My bed became a clown car for his family....I'm not ready to get married
I'm sorry, you're actually right. Ostrich racing happens, and they're ridden like a horse. Bewildered and distraught.
So the day after the 4th I'm sitting here drinking Molson and watching NHL free agent frenzy. From patriotic American to drunken Canadian in 24 hours flat. Booyah.
Literally got mad at him this morning because we didn't have time to have sex for a third time. I think I'm getting greedy.
I miss using glorious as an adjective. I'm gonna start doing that again. And I'm gonna try to get cuntatrosphe in there some more, too.
his first fb message to me in 3 years was "is your cock open for business?" im blocking him
I'm high. The text bubbles floating do no justice to the underwater experiences
Self reach around competition is what the Olympics has been missing all along. A true test of athleticism.
As I was blowing him, he proceeded to tell me that his friend who I blew years ago gave me a five star review on my BJ skills. And, he agrees.
Atta girl.
i let a mormon finger me. i don't ever want to be that drunk again.
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