There was a fist fight in my basement last night at four in the morning, in case you were wondering
At least make sure they are 18
Why
Best look from Detroit today: running across the street with your buttcheeks on display carrying a 40 oz. Or maybe being crazy-pregnant and screaming and slamming a pay phone. Toss up.
I don't want to talk about it. He was like the Little Engine that couldn't get me off.
We are lost. Everyone is drunk and it all went downhill after we iced the bus driver.
and my souvenir for the night was a nice ambulance blanket
So I know we're not talking about this anymore buuuuuut I left heel marks on the wall.
He's like a fucking cake pop, the greatest thing in the world while it lasts, but it never lasts for long enough
He may not be fully over his current wife yet. But wait until I show him my tits in his office at the end of the day tonight.
She came so hard that after she finished, she started a slow clap and then told me she pulled a muscle.
I'm eating Swedish fish out of my boobs and watching SOA.. There is no way your Tuesday night will be better than mine.
I think the best course of action at this point is to cut his balls off to get him to stop reproducing
I know he works a lot but c'mon man. I 69'd you the first week we boned. Put a little effort in. Fuck.
I would definitely ride that dick into the sunset if nuggets are involved
It's become almost a Pavlovian response. The sound of the vacuum being run by hubby causes an instantaneous involuntary orgasm.
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