I would drag my balls through a mile of broken glass to eat pudding out of her anus
and this is why I hate my dad. He got 25x more angry with me when I wanted to drive a different route then he suggested to get to his house (more scenic- thus more enjoyable) then he did when I told him I was driving drunk with 4 people in the car and I got my 5th speeding ticket last night.
you are hot. that is all.
who is this?
the delivery driver from silvermine.
I know the vomits not mine cause its on my back.
he even offered to make my bed in the morning.
And then I interrupted the father of the groom, to ask if she was "ballet or pole" in the middle of his story about his niece, the dancer.
Remember when I booked a hotel room for next sat? Nneither do I.
We woke up, fucked twice, she drank 3 warm heinekins to cure her hangover and said "Im glad you're still hott when im sober"
In a min. With a stripper at the hospital. Business. Not pleasure.
I feel like my chances would have been better if I hadn't told her "I need to fuck you before you leave."
No. I just want to cuddle and talk about our feeling. Of course this a booty call.
Oh my god. I'm not ready to be an adult. I'm not ready.
I can feel my teeth in 4 dimensions. I shouldnt be this high at 8 in the morning.
Meet at Walmart straight from work to buy items for hurricane fun. Then blast some wine, make some sex, blast a bowl and cuddle each other till the sun comes up?
That's the most romantic New Orleans hurrication I've ever heard of. Can I have your babies?
I also need to get my life together but instead I just eat spoonfuls of Nutella. We can't win 'em all
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