well my last 2 orgasms were over shoe sales at macy's. what does that tell you?
My mom just told me that after i turned eight i stopped growing mentally and emotionally
i need gas-x and some way to take back every single thing i did last night.
I wish I could go about my daily activities with his dick inside me
I'm sure I'm not the FIRST newly single girl to table dance at a family restaurant.
Not sure why I sent you a picture of a black bear last night but it seemed like a good idea at the time.
I'll be honest. I knew what I was getting into. I'm not proud, but I'll be damned if I'm ashamed. 6 month draught is over. That's justice.
So the night ended when we tried making fireworks out of gunpowder and oregano. You can figure out how that went.
He wanted to bang in the work van while we were on shift together. He convinced me with "It's like the Scooby Doo van but looks nothing like the Scooby Doo van."
I'm washing down the sadness with shots of vodka.
Your children are clinging to me like my teets are full of bountiful milkiness. They're driving me nuts. I felt my uterus shrivel up.
Your ability to eat ass like its your job and yet turn down quinoa because it's "gross" is confusing.
I am so sorry. Not sure for what, but whatever I did last night probably merits an apology, so I'm covering my bases.
I'll keep supplying drugs if you teach me piano.
There's a big difference between a penis and a toilet.
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