Text. Mid BJ. 8 points.
we got a new version of the plan b at the pharmacy now. its called next choice. you would think they would come up with better names for these things.
He considered it romantic when he told me mid-blow job that no matter what happens, he will "never forget how good of a dick I suck". Verbatim.
I wish dancing around my house in my bra and underwear to Love Shack whilst eating strawberry cake batter was an acceptable form of exercise.
I come back upstairs and she's leaning over sink full of vomit saying 'oh my god it's the chili'
Is it rude if I don't go?
No. It is not rude if you don't go to her cat's Star Wars themed birthday party.
Ok, so technically yes she wore a red tank top to the stoplight party. But under it was a yellow bra and green panties.
I don't know, but I assume drunk me had her reasons. I trust her judgement.
LOOK AT MY ASS AND LEGS IN THIS SKIRT. I KNOW ALL THE BEST HIDING SPOTS IN THIS BUILDING. AND I OFFER TEQUILA.
If anything I look like a soccor mom going out for her annual ladies night. Trying hard, but not quite in her twenty's anymore.
Do you really want to know anything about the inner machinations of a furry's mind
Wait... why were you finger painting at one in the morning?
all I know is that I was naked, and there were cheeto puffs everywhere...
I just wanna go home jackoff, eat chicken fingers, drink beer, play halo and go to bed. I'm sick of this shitty school, the shitty kids and having to fucking teach them.
Apparently my hair turned out really good because I got my butthole licked by a stranger last night
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