I'm in a strip club that reminds me of a crack house from the 80's.
I think east. Tornado watch. What the fuck are you doing in Texarkana?
Bonnaroo. Tornado watch? Expand on that thought.
Watch for tornadoes.
And when I look at him, I just want him to say "I love you" in between deep thrusts and hard grunts.
Of all the things I am low enough to do, how could you even doubt if that was one of them?
Please God, is a penis possibly making it to vagina town to much to ask for tonight.
For once I want to have sex without having to google the after effects of it.
The only thing I regret was that he was wearing a scarf when we made out.
Only thing worse than going to work with a hangover is going to work with a hangover then realizing that u don't have to work that day
sea world and a strip club? BEST DAY EVER!
The thought "Ummm which pants am I wearing? ...I *am* wearing pants, right?" just ran through my head. I'm done. So done.
I never forget a pussy, even blackout me gives me that memory.
Please hurry. I'm the only one here who's not an attorney with a trophy wife.
I want the address of the individual responsible for strawbeeritas. I want to send them gift basket.
Other than trying to finger me on the couch in the middle of the bar a few times, you were fine.
I got caught throwing up in my daughters princess potty... On the bright side it played a rewarding tune afterwards.
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