My brain says no but my pants say off.
Someone wrote that you're a whore in one of the bathroom stalls
I didn't know I was popular enough to be hated. This is awesome
The weather is perfect in Seattle right now. Warm enough for girls to not wear bras, but cold enough for me to see them nipping out in the shade.
the only reason I knew his name is because half way through I looked up and it was tatooed on his chest.
How are you going to pay for strippers in Vegas when you were just begging for McDoubles?
Got home. Hugged Mom. The look on her face indicated she noticed nipple rings.
She somehow inhaled a tack last night, she's having surgery today.
We were fucking on his hammock and right as he came we flipped over. I landed on him, he landed on a pile of pinecones. We're done with nature sex.
I'm on my way, but at some point we're going to have to settle who gave who crabs the last time
First of all, I don't like eggnog. Second of all too much rum is all bad. And thirdly I'm not there to sit in your lap and pretend you are Santa and I've been a bad girl.
I miss you too. And it was nice meeting your brother while I was mounting you
How do we stop her downward spiral?
Wine. For us.
And as the acid sets in, he looks back at the shallow form he used to call his and whispers "3 pee pees strong"
HE MIGHT HAVE YOUR BUTTHOLE, BUT HE CANT HAVE YOUR HEART. THATS MINE.
I wonder if the sex shop has any Black Friday deals.
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