Pretty sure I just has te same conversation as you. He suggested I get, sell, and fuck the hoes, and once all was said and done, that I should refer afforementioned hoes to him, to perform felatio.
I had my own version of the Hangover last night. I woke up to a disassembled Christmas tree, shit on the futon, and a hamster in the bathroom with a necklace on that said "Feed Me Bitch." I don't own a hamster. I don't know what I drank last night, but I want to do it again.
I'm sorry but all I really read was "my nipples will get hard."
I'll tell these girls I'm like the pet adoption center...don't play with it if you're not taking it home.
I feel like I took a shit on my life and you're rubbing my nose in it.
Hahaha wear something that says i'm here to party but wont go farther then a handjob.
Send me another check for the tickets. I scratched out "anal wax" and now the bank won't take it.
Nobody's dick fell into my mouth tonight
Do not, I repeat, DO NOT uncuff him no matter how much he begs. He knows what he did.
I think he fucked my hip out of place.
I woke up with a shot glass nestled between my boobs like a baby bird.
He was so wasted he lit his sink on fire with shit he found in his room....it was smokeless. Chemistry majors drunk = the coolest shit ever.
Lost and found: pink cotton underwear next to my bed and soaking wet Reebok socks or boxers in a plastic bag...in my fridge🤔
He couldn’t find my clit with a map. Literally. I drew him a map.
The only good thing about being back at work is supply room boom boom with my office husband
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