His apartment number was 69. I had to.
All I'm saying is that whoever owned the wheelchair clearly didn't need it or they wouldn't have been able to leave it there
This has been the most pleasant arrest experience I've ever had.
My Mom printed off all of my Augusts text messages. Apparently I've been drinking WAY too much and having an intermediate drug problem. I have to go home everyw weekend for the rest of the semester
Safe to say I relapsed into my old chatroulette drunk flashing days.
She was the shot vending machine at the party. But free.
Just used my front-facing camera to check my pupils. Technology!
That was the night, like, my hair caught on fire...
I just meant the frequency of your blow jobs on a flow chart wouldn't look too promising
It was Thanksgiving sex. I was thankful for it. Need I say more?
He pulled out a coupon for $2.50 off the crab cakes and expected us to share that as a meal. Is that the kind of person you really see me dating?
I would go a lot of places to get laid. But I would NOT go to Staten Island.
There's no sexy way to moan the name Ernest. Or Ernie. This relationship is fucked
Highlight your past hook-ups. You've been stabbed, shot at, run over, and chased down the road...no you can't bring new bar bitch over here!
Dude she has a friend!!!!
shots, cocks, socks. bingo
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