I woke up on the steps beside a plate of spaghetti and a toilet paper roll ripped in half. And i actually think this day is gonna get better.
She has her iPod in her ears slippers and sweats on and is walking around the house up and down the stairs getting "exercise" she just stopped for a water break
I don't want her to kill herself before she gets over me, getting mentioned in a suicide note isn't very fly.
but it's kind of a high honor.
then out of nowhere we heard a voice yell "Fuck that pussy!"
i have at this current moment imbibed enough alcohol to float immerse or otherwise submerge a goat of respectable size. tequila
Your texting shows a blood alcohol level of .12
I give up. I can't handle that class sober any longer. I have an army of whiskey shooters for the next three weeks. Wish me luck.
You have 4 bottles of kahlua in ur drawers but no sox
Way to go. Now you have no beer and I have a cold tit.
After we had sex he began to tell me the craziest places he's had sex. He told me KFC bathroom so I rolled over and went to sleep.
So far my survey results are telling me to pawn the ring. Thoughts?
I'm hosting my annual valentine's day party tomorrow with every hookup I've ever had. thoughts on how it will turn out ??
is it just me or does "lol" kill any sort of vibe while sexting?
good news, i've got tacos. bad news, kevin's in the ER. more good news, the tacos were free.
You're a brave, albeit stupid soul for wanting in on the fuckery that comes attached to my vagina
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