It's pouring out. I am cold, wet, and miserable.... Kind of reminds me of our sleepover last night.
the more pounds shes got the more points. bonus points awarded for specialty moves used. aka broken cowboy, tobogan, dutch oven, or brazilian fake out.
Should I text him? Life is confusing when you actually like someone instead of just wanting to blow them.
And then he came out of the bathroom in a kimono
i mad aa ber float. budweiser nd ice creem. it amzig.
Just to warn you I probably wont be able to do anything that involves standing up
I threw up outside of a cab while waiting in a drive thru Mexican line while others who i don't know watched from their cars while they ate. Dinner and a show.
We found Mulan.
I thought you were in bed what the hell
sexting foreigners is the best. they respond with silly things like "love that tits"
I don't remember his name. I had whataburger on my mind and in my hands so I wasnt really listening
They had an Olympic theme party at her work yesterday. She brought home her fake gold medal and hung it on my cock after she rode me.
First. I had the strength. Now. I am the death.
Who the fuck just called me and played funkytown
Ladies night is a gift from god. If it weren't for that, I'd probably be selling my eggs for booze money.
Very interesting. Let's just say I got home last night and threw up, found a joint in my bra, and woke up naked in my bed
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