So im pretty sure the object of my emotional onterest is tired of playing with me....
Sponge bath it is.
I just packed a bowl in my room and use glad press n' seal to cover it so it wouldn't dump out in my pocket .
I cannot believe we're comparing my vagina to Mary Poppins and a black hole.
So i'm in a museum and theres a punch bowl from 1765 with a picture of 3 men forcing the 4th to drink the punch bowl. Colonial hazing
what kind of wine goes with anal sex and shame?
He is making me drink his THC water out of a milk jug.
Second wind. Either that or my heart is about to explode. I'm hoping the first one.
The bottle of Jameson may have been a bit aggressive for a Sunday cookout.
You merely adopted the alcohol. I was born into it. Molded by it. I didn't see the hang over until I was a man and by then it was only blinding.
It's six am and her daughter just walked in on her mom and roomful of naked people playing strip spoons. glad Im apart of that childhood memory....
Day drunk. He was sitting in the back seat, opened the door, leaned out, and peed right there in the dutch bros drive through. No one even noticed haha
Stranded. In bathroom stall. No toilet paper. I repeat NO TOILET PAPER! Assistance needed asap. GO! GO! GO!
so we’ve decided to fuck for our own health
He woke up and decided to go for a swim in the lake... At about 3am... With his dogs
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