Yeah. We was talkin. Its ok. My bed is too filled with pam for sex. Its like a slip and slide of butter product.
im spending all my christmas money on new years parafanalia aka things I will ingest or lose by the next morning
my whole body is tingling just thinking about the orgasm hes going to give me
This will be amazing. Plus he's going to do a line of cocaine off of the other guy's ass.
You leave me no choice. Your vagina is grounded. It can just sit there and think about what it's done.
Sudden memory flashback: drunk me outside ripping my tampon out and throwing it into the neighbors yard, silently cheering 'time for sexxxx'. I sense a dangerous pattern emerging
It was like giving head to a cactus.
I also think about what hot dudes penises are gonna look like when theyre 80 and it's not pretty
The hint wasn't even a hint. it said "stop talking to her" that's pretty straightforward
I wouldn't know what to do. You never really mentally prepare for a cactus getting thrown at your face.
If anybody had to puke on my shoes, I'm glad it was you.
Well I've made a drinking game out of the Wiggles but I think I've got this babysitting thing down
just move with us, we wanted to get a dog. youre kind of the same thing..
School supplies are right next to the margarita mix at target. Its a sign
So I have three weeks to get rid of his girlfriend and fuck him senseless before he goes to jail
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