Yeah. We was talkin. Its ok. My bed is too filled with pam for sex. Its like a slip and slide of butter product.
I'm in Target and the lady in front of me is buying three Summer's Eve douches, a box of fishsticks and a giant bottle of vodka. The sad thing is I get it.
If you don't remember anything tomorrow, this is to remind you that you asked me in secret to build a bobsled with you and re-enact Cool Runnings.
I demand visitation hours with the duck.
This has been the most pleasant arrest experience I've ever had.
Drinking and pointing where stuff needs to go is hard stuff.
I'm having post-experience "why didn't I fuck her in a public bathroom" regrets
I definitely think you should enjoy one last spring break being a sorostitute before you get serious and settle down with price charming. I mean hes not going to be there any way. he can wait a week.
So is that the only criterion for shenanigans now? Don't die?
I'm like 'WOMAN, YOU'RE 62, RESHEATH THOSE COUGAR CLAWS.'
I hope Trump leaves Planned Parenthood alone for at least another month. The week got away from me. #whorelando
His condition for us having sex was that I wore my show boots. #equestrianproblems
I'd call the fact I ended up in my own bed a huge success
I had to pee so bad that I snuck into the bathroom while they were in the shower. At her request, he was massaging her boobs so they could grow faster. Also there was a laser light machine.
she's 6'2. you bet your ass i slept with her.
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