a strip club that doesn't allow touching or asking for sex... whats the point?
unless her vagina can tell me my horoscope in sign language, I'm not going.
through my window right now you can see the hot chick next door is standing BUTT ASS NAKED eating peanut butter off a knife.
ill be there in 5.
whatever. as long as im no longer referred to as the girl who fucked the pledge on his big brother's couch.
I bruised my spine.. Jungle gyms were clearly not meant for sex.
I feel awful
Physically or morally
Physically. The only immoral thing I did was steal money from strippers while they gave me lapdances.
Give me one reason I shouldn't put the phrase "sex emotions" into my essay.
No.
I need to stop drinking and eating and start working out. I look like the lovechild of John Goodman and Jabba the Hutt.
He tells me he loves me and I say I just want him for sex, then he looks at me like I just said I hate puppies. What kind of guy is he?
He returned my car yesterday. Found a duffel bag with beef jerky, condoms, and a handgun this morning. Slightly concerned
Brownies hit. And just found beer. And the bill cosby show is on. And its in spanish.
We're using joints as your birthday candles
I just want to fall into a pit of xannies and eat my way out.
it's just weird to think of you as a teacher since ive seen you throw up raspberry bacardi in my parents house
I know I've never told you this before.. but Gyro sauce makes everything okay.
I'm to childless and to single to be asking myself why I'm so sticky
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