She was not exactly lady-like. Down there.
nobody understood you. You kept speaking french and hiding shit in your boobs
Get dressed up for her? please, I could shit my pants and she would still blow me
Correct me if I'm wrong here... but did we serenade each others breasts to "winds of change" last night?
we are playing family charades. my sister pointed at me. everyone guessed alcoholic.
I just found a thank you note I apparently wrote to my bed last night for letting me borrow the comforter.
I fell asleep with my vibrator still in me. I am the Queen of Sad Masturbation.
One time she made a chronological chart for the guys she has given blow jobs to, I shit you not.
Every time you visit for the weekend I end up having to bleach my entire house after.
I need to reevaluate. My boss gave me drug money. I overslept on my couch. And I had my student teacher go to McDonald's and get an egg mcmuffin for me.
Well, I currently have zero fuckboys and my vibrator just broke. A fresh start to May.
The night took a wrong turn after I found you smoking a blunt with a midget behind the bar...
Alcohol. Making me feel good about myself since 2008
I got confused. The music was loud, porn was playing, people were grinding, there were hand jobs.
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