a queef is a wish your heart makes.
I should be nowhere even remotely near facebook in this condition.
I just realized last night I drunk-bought a flight to Florida for this weekend...kinda torn between the price and the potential of awesomeness
to which he commented "you must really like me on top". I didn't have the heart to tell him that was the only way the room stopped spinning
Also, new rule: You are no longer allowed to send me a text with the word "dildo" in it before 10am.
What would you do if you came home and i was in nothing but the table cloth?
Just traded the drive-through guy at BK a Dos Equis for a Hershey pie before noon... win?
My ex was there, the 2 girls I'm seeing showed up and I had a pocket full of VIP passes 2 the strip club. Had all the makings of an epic night but I fell asleep at the bar.
I'm giving you an age limit on the people you're allowed to hit on at steak n shake at 3 am. I can't see straight and I want a cheeseburger. You want dick. I'm sure we can't order at least one of those. But maybe.
Ramen still too hot to eat. Eating it anyway. Stoner girls feel no pain
do you think the dildo I'm bringing through airport security is considered a weapon?
I knew he was a classy dude because when I told him my name was Jen he said "Gin? Like Gin & Juice?"
I guess the lesson here is that I shouldn't send nudes to elected officials.
Please note that in response to your post about your dog's jaws clamped hard around a stick, I did not comment, "Takes after his dad." You're welcome.
Hangover and judgement, the breakfast of champions.
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