I wanna wear you like a flannel shirt
I'm going to use my one free fuck up card tonight.
What'd you do?
Its more like what im about to do.
respond to me or i'm telling everyone that you inserted a vodka soaked tampon into your anus
It was like a Michael Bay sized explosion located in my pussy.
Pretty sure she's used to bigger guys. She kept slipping off while on top. like, constantly
you kept naming everything at the party...like "boy i'm going to make out with" and "table i'm going to dance on later"
Of course I was flustered, I had a lot of penis in my face.
There's a pair of socks on the bar. No-one's questioned this.
Today I met the neighbor that shares my bedroom wall. When I pointed out my unit, he said, "Oh, that's you? Oh... that's you." I didn't think much of it until I was in bed tonight and I heard him clear his throat. He's. Heard. Everything.
I got pulled into the conversation by "she sleeps with everybody" then "she" involved sleeping with "cocks the size of a viva burrito"
It was more like a tour de entire bottle of wine in 14 minutes
We'll just charge in there, all pant less and fabulous demanding he give back her ferret.
Quick question. How did my clothes end up in your room on your bed and I end up outside your room naked on your couch?
But how do I turn off the feelings though?
Vodka.
Just letting everyone know that I am still alive after last night. On a related note, this is the 15th "I'm not dead!" mass text I've sent. You've got to celebrate the little things.
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