I wonder how skeet ulrich feels about the skeet skeet phrase and and what it denotes.
I am at the gas station and there is a whole amish family here I'm not sure why the amish need gas but I think its worth investigating
I should just throw a hundred dollar bill into the wind and walk away... save myself the hangover.
All i've done since I got back to my room today is take a three hour nap. Like, I even planned to change my pants and haven't even done that yet.
Its name is Richard. And I think he formally introduced us.
He woke up licked his hand and put it on my vag and went back to sleep. This is twice this week and its only wednesday
It was huge And he was twirling it around. Im telling you, beautiful wonderpenis
Still can't decide which I'm more disappointed about: the blow job I gave him or the donuts I ate after.
I don't remember much, but my night is dated pre-Jaeger and post-Jaeger. Also, my boss may or may not have tucked me in.
I mean...he was throwing up for almost 3 consecutive hours. I don't think there's a chance in hell that would have tasted even close to tolerable.
I'm eating my emotions. I am no longer interested in anybody other than my own hand and vagina.
Here's a tip. Don't party with someone that needs sexual attention. Drinking and sexual attention don't mesh well in the morning. Especially over a bowl of Cheerios.
What are your thoughts toward getting nasty in a minivan?
Sent him a snap chat of him eating me out so he can relive the moment.
So you thought it was a good idea to make plans for the same time same place with the guy you were sort of dating AND his best friend you slept with?
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