I heard from multiple reliable sources that she doesn't have a gag reflex. Of course I'm going to try to go home with her.
My mom made me chili for when I get home from the bar. Those are the standards I expect you to live up to
arguing about whether his trip to england or my trip on acid was better
I sat on his lap and we shared a beer. I feel like that's an invitation to his dick.
Granted I did fall into a pond wearing your dress, but I did save a frog in the process so I think it was worth it.
I'm thinking about slathering myself with peanut butter and going to the dog park. What's the worst that could happen?
For sure. Gotta go. Building an igloo.
You threw your body across the gross couple hooking up on the couch and demanded they scratch your back. I love you drunk on peach schnapps
He has a bathrroom scale in his room with an alarm attached to it so anything over 150 sets it off and in his drinking stupper he can make a run for it.
sex on acid sucks though, i want to connect with the universe not your dick.
It's becoming clear to me that I am not sugar baby material. I don't think I could handle old balls long term.
you are the root of all my greats nights and my worsts decisions
Of course I'm watching space shows while stoned on the science channel. Why would I want to learn while not baked out of my skull?
You tried to chase every shot with a blueberry.
thank you for being so understanding of my weak stomach and poor self-control
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