God dammit. Now I'm pissed at Arizona, while feeling bad for my poor, poor penis.
I think he may have called me a bar rat, jokingly. I said i was but in a non-trashy way.
as we were stuffing their 24 of beer into our bags you kept saying you wanted cheese strings. closest things we found were kraft singles. as the guys came up the stairs you kept screaming 'GET THE CHEESE! GET THE CHEESE!'
We hadn't had sex in so long that I started queefing and then I couldn't stop giggling... I think he's mad.
her face looked like how i feel after Taco Bell
Thank you for getting us into that car accident. I have had more guys hit on me than ever before because of my broken fingers.
as much as i want to say no i cant cause i need the trophy wife training
Well I sent him a pic of my vagina and sent back a pic of his puppy....so there's that
Dude if you're not gonna answer them I'm gonna stop snapchatting you my hook ups
i meant to type that i went to that party for shits and giggles, but my phone corrected me and said for shots and goggles...either one works
I'm sorry, the person you're trying to reach is WAYYY too high to deal with this right now.
Amazon.com "suggested" I buy both nipple clamps and opera gloves.
Like I fucked him in the shower at 3 am when I had classes all day the next day so he can't say I'm not dedicated
For the record you're an amazing lay and you have great taste in breakfast sandwiches
so i went over to her house and we played crash bandicoot, ate calzones, and had sex all day. im in love.
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