And when I look at him, I just want him to say "I love you" in between deep thrusts and hard grunts.
I hope you shit your pants in a socially devastating situation.
I got laid because I told her I play guitar. I haven't played in 7 years and only know a G chord. I love this place.
I really can't get over how proud I am of all us getting laid at the same time in the same apartment
Look at my eyebrows in this pic! We deffo need to go back to that waxing place.
You have a cock in one hand and a shot in the other. Your eyebrows are not the topic in need of discussion.
Hickies on top of my hickies. I need a leash and/or a positive female role model
well i mean she can't stop a weed based friendship...its like a trying to stop a bomb or a really fast train...
The acoustics in my bra are fantastic.
I'm holding onto the sink for dear life. Pretty sure if Iet go I'll turn into a shit propelled man rocket.
Also, upon examining the photos, I have concluded that you were the sloppiest drunk girl of the night. And that's saying something considering Hurricane Jessica was in town.
He is what would appear if the douche troop all had rings and we summoned someone like the Captain Planet kids.
I think we r still a few steps from ex sex. In fact, that's never going to happen. I'm just saying on the seething-chemical-fire-of-emotional-distress-to-post -relationship-intercourse scale, I'm closer to fucking than throttling. Progress is fun.
I guess I just don't understand how the two main issues with your ex involve a cock ring and a Christmas tree
we will now reference it as "the infamous double dick night"
I'm a peeled potato compared to her. I'm a peeled potato compared to anyone. I'm a peeled potato.
Are you high?
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