So im pretty sure the object of my emotional onterest is tired of playing with me....
Fantastic night. drank beer from a wine bottle, danced on a van, chased a llama, and fell from a fence
but really, i care about skinny girls as much as michael vick cares about rotweilers
she was trying to give me a handjob in biology class while we were learning about the penis.
I think it was the chocolate body paint and awesome blowjob that finally made us official.
Almost thought it was a good idea to call his parents to thank them for having a son with an awesome dick. That high.
i'm not sure when it happened but apparently now it's topless bar night, im wearing a leotard and everyone is looking at me like i'm cheating.
At the party. I feel like I just walked into a lifesize blunt.
he made me feel like a shish kabob. his dick was the skewer.
and you said he wasn't worth calling.
My week is over as of 8pm tonight, and I'm herpes free...Let's rage
I live vicariously through you. No one mistakes me for a hooker anymore. I look like a stay at home mom of three. On bad days of four.
The last thing I remember is crying and shaking my head as she was putting salt on my hand. I guess I took the shot
I no longer exist. I have transformed into a puddle of sex.
I woke up with $140 in twenties in my bra and have never been more puzzled.
His wife isn’t coming to the wedding! I’ve got 48 hours to home wreck him. Gotta go, I have to shave my vajayjay and buy some really slutty underwear. Love you!
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