Twist it, pull it, flick it... Bop it was like the first time I touched myself.
here I sit at Southern Illinois' finest pubs and I thought I heard your laugh. I was sadly astonished to turn and find a midget cracking herself up reading the label on her can of chewing tobacco...
JoAnns office is warmer than mine. . .it must be because she has the gateway to hell under her desk.
I've been emailing with a woman. I don't think she's into me, but we've become sorta email buddies. I'm hoping to meet her because on her profile she states she's into 'fisting.' Frankly the thought kinda freaks me out but I'm dying to see what kind of woman is 1) into that and 2) admits it upfront.
Jesus people on campus asked me what i do for joy. I said i love sinning especially pre-marital sex.
she kept her crown on the whole time i was giving her birthday sex
Every time I remember you're bi, the world gets a little brighter.
Be still, my beating vagina.
His water bottle is sitting on my coffee table like a monolith dedicated to the things he is not doing to my vagina.
So shaving my butt whilst humming "be prepared" is now in my top five weirdest Friday night activities.
Basically I will actually need a reindeer pulled sleigh to make it to all the penises in one night.
I just want you to make me second guess my worth as a human. Is that too much to ask?
I wrote him a note at the end of the final. I'm hoping I can flirt my way in to an A or B
If i'm not ready, make sure i'm alive. Not passed out dead in the shower.
I'll still do breakfast to celebrate the life you've had.
Can you send me the picture of me licking the cows udders?
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