it's my fault, I passed out instead of getting up to pee.
I couldnt find her vag and just started laughing uncontrollably. She was not pleased. Neither was i.
My family just suggested tequila shots. I had Vietnam style flashbacks.
You know those ponds where you go and pay $5 and your guarranteed to catch a fish thats how i describe her
She recited Pi throughout ever orgasm she had....she said it was a game she likes to play...how far she gets is how she judges her lovers...I am oddly turned on by this...
This is one of those situations that make me think to myself "what life decision did I make to get here"
organizing the empties. That sober.
she wouldn't stop crying, so we sang her to sleep. i'm guessing you will find her in the same position by the toilet in the morning. night.
I inspected his penis with a mini flashlight to check for visible stds...he was clean
You have dresses for different occasions. I need different men's dicks too. It's logic.
Well going home with a Ralph Lauren model helped me get over him real fuckin' quick. Would recommend it for all women going through breakups
As i was laying there shouting that he dislocated my hip he actually reached his armed around and patted himself on the back
Like when I see him I look straight through his appearance and just envision a big walking penis.
I texted him in the morning wishing him a day as spectacular as his dick was.
BABE I MISS YOU SO MUCH LIKE THE SADNESS OVERWHELMS BONER ABILITY
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