I'm at the point in my career when i know a sites a trap and isn't real porn
i will pay you if you can come get me. he just suggested that we would have a hockey themed wedding.
He kept his baseball cap on when he went down on me...
I told him he wasn't aloud to one word text me. Unless that one word was threesome
im in the post action - pre consequence stage.
Whoever put the rooster in the elevator is my fucking hero. Who even thinks of that shit?
Maybe if he'd step up his game and get a real job instead of donating plasma and trying to grow pot then you wouldn't feel compelled to write prisoners in Oregon.
is there any kind of "im boning my neighbor and he happens to be a manager at walmart" discount that our new relationship entitles me to??
Two dicks, one me.
Yoga's definitely paying off.
Cause I'll toss Tabasco sauce in his eyes and yell "Cobra attack" and walk away
How have you never felt a dick as hard as mine?
Someone took a shit in the house somewhere and I STILL can't find it. I'm just going to move.
I grabbed the pretzel bag with my toes last night. I think that day of yoga had paid off.
Maybe if I ever do become a counselor, I would just implement a kind of intensive meme therapy.
You can't just bring up bondage and then stop answering me
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