Afterall, it is the real San Francisco treat
we have to get out to the bar earlier. all of the guys are already committed to the girls they're going home with.
You're my spirit guide. This has to do with oatmeal cream pies.
did you come by the house last night? I found a half eaten corn dog in the mail box.
We carried on a casual conversation about plants while I gave him a hand job.
nah, they dropped the charges. apparently ripping his junk when he tried to hop the fence seemed like punishment enough...
i admit it was a weird experience, but why regret what once made you cum
I could only remember yelling "rip it down" as he ninja jumped off the bed, kicked the wall, and superman punched the fire alarm off the ceiling.
I've always wondered why you never put the hotel room in your name...
Besides. I seriously had a dream that George W Bush came over and slapped some tabs down on my kitchen counter and said "let's get juiced.". It was a sign to not get too fucked up
I don't have any money, so I'm just gonna press my boobs against him for his birthday.
Did you fuck him in my garden last night?
That WOULD explain the dirt in my vagina
I called you daddy and let you stick things in my butt, I am a damn 11.
IT'S FUCKING BABY SEASON ON FACEBOOK. MY VAGINA WANTS TO THROW UP
no, it was more of an i-don't-think-he-even-knows-what-a-clitoris-is, bad.
I I was gonna wake him up with a blow job but I don't know how he would feel about it.
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