Scared. last time someone tried to talk me into they said it tastes like tapioca and i projectiled onto a closed window
I found out during it when he said "my girlfriend never does this" so he's all to blame, I had no idea until half way through.
there may or may not be knives in your bed. I would check
Now one day I will be able to tell my children how a drag queen in a gay bar told mommy that bin laden was dead
That's fuckin bs. I had the bouncers beat by 30 yards til that dumbshit on the moped stopped in front of me.
I was trying to be an adult about it and simply deal with the situation, but a bowl seemed much more comforting.
You brought us all personal gifts you had stolen from the party and bellowed "hoes hoes hoes, clepto Santa loves you"
I went to pick my brother up downtown and I stopped at a red light a homeless old man comes up knocks on the window shows me his penis and then screams money
yeah the cable guy is coming and everybody is hiding all the pieces in the house. we are up to thirty two. like a fun game of smokable scavener hunt.
At the drs she looked at my back saw your scratch marks and asked "does your back itch a lot?"
We had to take the hinges off the bathroom door. Needless to say, you are no longer welcome at that bar
Haha no we did it on his bed. Then rolled off into the bean bag. It was a strangely athletic performance on my behalf.
I never imagine I'd say this, but can I ask Jeff for the butt plugs back even though it was a gift and we broke up?
He referred to our sex as "an Olympic event." My tits are bruised.
You have a penis. Therefore everything you say is automatically wrong.
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