Where is the hickey?
When he was fingering me, it felt/looked like he was digging around for pocket change.
there's something so ridiculous to me about watching someone with glasses exercising. it's like watching a whore studying in the library. stop trying to be someone you're not.
My student's should feel privledged to see me tuesday after the amount of alcohol I consumed this weekend.
you were watching a documentary about sharks and wouldn't stop stroking my legs and whispering "what if they could walk?"
if you don't go out with us, what are you gonna do? you're gonna go home and watch biodome and masturbate to texts from your east coast boyfriend and see the facebook pictures from the party when you wake up.
So I am just swinging blind here, but I am guessing that blood in your sinus is not ideal
I am three bowls, two beers, and a muscle relaxer into babysitting. What are you doing.
I want him to be the Hulk to my Brooke Hogan this Halloween. Can I ask him to be my daddy this weekend?
Only if you say it like that.
I appear to have wine on my toes. I am really not clear as to how this happened. I'm gonna have a little lie down.
So it was all good until she started grabbing my beard and telling me to "roar little lion"
Fuck you and your fucking taquito's.
Unless you count my weekly workout where I drink wine, listen to obscure/cheesy records, and pretend I'm a ballerina...no. I don't exercise.
Don’t worry I was with my ex husband for 10 years and he could never remember the year I was born, when our dating anniversary was or what year I graduated high school. But I still know that mother fuckers SSN lol
Pillow talk was a high five, this morning she made dinosaur muffins for the house. I love chapel hill
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