so I called to to smoke and you didn't pick up so I smoked and now I'm a race car
writing the newer testament. It's the 3rd for the series. I'll update u the rule changes later.
Just put a picture of dead dolphins on her wall...told her the oil spill was her fault.
I may still return these pants. Depends how much they smell like alcohol by tmrw morning. I've already spilled once.
She pulled out a handful of chest hair. And then gave the room a Brave Heartesque speech.
He slow fucked me. Doggy style. On a porch. You never slow fuck doggy style. Its a law. A LAW.
Wanna skype?
Can your lips gently and pleasantly suck on my balls via skype? If not, then no.
I take your giggles as a yes to operation McLaxitives?
You just sent me a picture of a federal crime. Like. You don't give a fuck.
He told me his cum shot melted the paint on his bedroom wall and asked if I want to see it
His whole street is under construction. Third walk of shame this week & I'm getting a lot of sympathetic nods from the workers.
But on the plus side, what he lacked in size he made up for with speed. And grunting.
Not entirely sure how I got drunk off 2 mimosas but here I am
I come into the house and he's fucking doing karaoke by himself... Lady gaga
if anyone breaks out the olive oil & slip n slide, text me 911.
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