Barsexuality is the new black.
As it would turn out, "jesusssssss" is not the password to enter Faith Chapel's wifi network.
Btw...pregnancy boobs are amazing. I don't recommend pregnancy in general but the boobs are good.
No it's ok. I made friends with the guy that always wears helmets to the bar. His name is helmet Harry
Out of desperation, I used the leftover sauce from my goat masala as a mixer for vodka shots.
Either way, we will celebrate half Christmas the only way we can. Completely and irresponsibly wasted.
No need to talk. Eventually, he'll either stop coming over, or decide that it's a relationship.
And if not?
...I keep getting free bourbon and great sex with no expectations. You really don't understand that there is no "down side," do you?
I round house kicked her emotions in the face
Jäger goes great with personal crises and receding morals...
I had sex in a panda mask the other night.
It must be love. I'm deleting my porn for him.
I couldn't find my hair brush so I just brushed my hair with a cat brush. I should not be dating.
Russell is lonely. He needs a companion.
You're lucky you have a monster cock or most people may just laugh at your penis' nickname.
I'm one bad relationship away from owning seven cats.
It took me years of patience and pilates and yoga and flirting to land that penis. So yeah, I’m going to ride it into the sunset and live orgasmically ever after
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