Actually, no, 4:40 (2), I cleaned it up myself. I'm single, and not into dicks.
So, is anybody going to take that bracelet? I'd trade it for a blumpkin.
one day when i was little i ran into my sisters room when people were over and my mom was chaseing me cause i was takking a bath, i was naked, and i shit on her rug.
Great news, my bathroom toilet's carpeted cover is clean, my bedroom's, clean, and nobody will know who bent the tweezers. The only thing that would make this moment better would be a blumpkin.
Apparently, it wasn't all out. I just had a reflex and puked a little on my floor while trying to find rug cleaner for the bathroom. Fuck me. To think, it all started because my sister wanted me to make her one of those bracelets out of the plastic lining of the inside of a coke cap. Of course, now she doesn't want it. So, who wants one of those bracelets made from the inside of a coke cap?
Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Oh fuck. They slipped again and I accidentally swallowed it. There wasn't much left, but it burned going down. How long will it be until I test negative again?
SHIT! I knew I shouldn't have done it because they weren't quite right and all, but while I was smoking the last bit of my joint the tweezers slipped and now there's a lit joint under my desk and I can't find it.
Okay, I just threw up, so I don't think I absorbed whatever I swallowed. Bad thing is some of my puke missed the toilet, so now I gotta clean that up. And it hit that carpeted cover, why the fuck would you put carpet near a toilet, let alone on it?
So I called in a husky cleaning man to get the puke out of my rug and we fucked for hours. His meaty man weasel pummeled my loose anus over and over. Hopefully my boyfriend doesn't notice the spooge all over my face.
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