Your mouth is God's brothel.
you're the one who masterbates every night to the titanic soundtrack
Just hungoverly hit my funny bone with a hot straightener. Triple threat.
we used a swiffer mop as a stripper pole.
And some old guy told me Jesus loves me and I laughed super hard and told him sinning is fun. Hahaha
True but, who really needs money in europe? Just barter with sexual favors. A bowl of cereal is worth a blowjob.
I had a great time except for the part where you called another guy, told him you were in a cab - not on a date - and that you'd meet him at a bar in 15 minutes. but besides that it was awesome. Next time capping you at two glasses of wine
When I told him he could take naked pics of me, did I really need to specify that he could not email them to my brother's friends for bragging rights?
Well I have rug burns in both armpits, somehow. So yes you should have been here
I have no inclination to even want to think about what God's existential meltdown is going to be like. O.o
Strip club, what strip club did I eat a steak at? That's the appropriate question
I was the only one in group sessions to bring up sex as a stress reliever. Some of those people were awfully judgy despite the fact we were all in a psych ward.
He’s actually a personal trainer. He said he hasn’t taught yoga in a while but the stripper prefers to introduce him as a yoga teacher
I found my bra I wore on Friday night...he fucked the underwire out of it
hahahahaha
it’s my vagina i can do what i want to
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