Hey its bob the builder. Where did you go?
you wouldnt answer to anything but devil's advocate all night.
Kinda wish I banged him. I need the exercise.
I can now tell my grandchildren Central Park has really great spots for quickies...
the good news is that i vommed the last of my humanity last night.
welcome to the club.
I made a blanket fort and am drinking Gatorade and eating donuts watching 500 days of summer. I can't keep spending my saturdays like this.
Sat down on an escalator. That hungover.
I think the last straw was when you put on ice skates to go across the waxed wooden floor.
Security has videotape of her blowing the boss against his car. Don't they know he entire parking lot is under video surveillance?
How bad is it I'm looking at his cock while waiting to see my therapist?
L'Shannah Tovah!
Whats that? My new stripper name?
I'm beginning a new chapter of my life in which our fridge will always be stocked with jello shots. I'm excited to embark down this road to fruity, semi-solid alcoholism.
Just fantasized about my boss's fingers in a meeting. I desperately need to get some.
He usually doesnt care about me cumming but last night he really tried, I feel that him going to the Womens March benefitted my sex life
I've been trying to fall asleep with ice packs covering my vagina for the last hour... Sorry for being vulgar. I'm going to kill myself.
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