I feel like I got hit by a truck made out of Jack Daniels.
Superbowl + Mdma, hope we're on the same page.
She even gives head with a lisp.
Telling me that I would make a great "occasional fuck" was not appreciated.
If she were to ever cheat on her husband, I'm positive I'm the the go to guy. Which flatters me and weirds me out at the same time.
She just admitted to me that she was a pinecone.
By the way, I'm pretty sure your husband is publicly advocating more BJs for my husband, via Facebook.
you're avoiding the subject, i want to know how you ended up at the strip club with the dog, fucker
sorry bout that man. went out to pay the pizza boy, ended up hooking up with some random drunk girl that thought i was someone else
apparently they stopped looking at spit swabs under the microscope in bio ever since they found a sperm cell in one students sample
She said she didn't feel right fucking on her parents dining room table I grabbed the only thing around bubblewrap she blew me for creativity
Nothing can teach you regret more efficiently than a wine hangover.
It's like the cookie assaulted me with being high.
First he fixed my gutter. Then he flogged me and fucked me. Then he bought me a new vacuum cleaner. I don't understand Daddy Dom stuff but I ain't mad at it.
Legit hope my Trump humping Brother dies of this shit so I can stop pretending to still love him.
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