i don't remember her name, but i don't need it unless we decide to hook up again. but even then, i can get away with not knowing it for a while. it's not like we have actual conversations.
After she swallowed she let out a hurge burp. No BS. I'm the cock of the walk.
I think you have the wrong number. But at any rate, respect.
She has a concussion we think. Dancing to barbie girl.
I got otter pops to cool the beers, it's an all around better idea.
He always grinds on me and is like "This is awesome because we're both Catholic!"
Her face was so far in my boobs, I didn't think she'd make it out. She took it like a man. She's a real trooper.
You weren't a difficult drunk to take care of. I just had to stop you from plunging the toilet once or twice.
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After seeing how much you are able to funnel in a night, I am 90% sure your blood is pure gin.
if memory serves, the guy you were hooking up with said he was a slutty skittle.
Think of all the island guys I could have. Ah well.
You can not bait me into a "how Stella got her groove back" call and response.
I'm eating your cookies as payment for having to listen to you. Happy sex
You don't know reunion panic until you've exfoliated your butt cheeks.
Every guy I've ever fucked is single right now
Pray for me
I woke up this morning and my house is covered in shredded cheese with my laptop open and a google image search for "awesome shit".
Randomize
