I don't want to talk about it. He was like the Little Engine that couldn't get me off.
It smells like Drakkar Noir and desperation out here.
That's why you should quit smoking.
pretty sure mid blowjob I told him I needed to call you and ask you if this was whore-ish. He hid my phone from me.
if I was a wizard from waverly place we wouldn't b having these problems
video games are the ultimate cock blocker
Dude. She told me she felt bad for not giving me more blojobs. HOW COULD THAT HAVE GONE BETTER?
by the time the kitchen caught on fire everyone was too drunk to be alarmed. the host just poured beer on it to put it out. how was yours?
Pretty sure my body is in shock, I shouldn't feel this ok after last nite.
How was the party? Lets put it this way: "He wants her dick" was a factual sentence stated last night.
I started blowing him in North Dakota, and I finished the job in Minnesota. Oh, the places road head can take you.
The old guy next door tried to get me to go to his apartment for shots formoonshine. =-0
If that weren't so sketchy I would encourage it
Yeah it was almost as sketchy as a white panel van pulling up offering candy
Why did I not realize how important my fridge was till I was drunk. It keeps all my food cold its like my own cold box
there's crying, and people are upset, and there's a love triangle, and a broken heart, and so much estrogen
the sex got boring after the first three hours
holy shit
My hands smell like vagina and ham.
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