Apparently you walked through my house with your dress on your head
Took an aderol, wrote a differential equation for solving volume of flow of a rectangular channel with change in depth, then masturbated for the 6th time.
I am standing at the lion i publicly humped last night. i am mortified.
if you want blown tonight you're gonna have to take me up on that offer now. in less then 45 minutes you're gonna be blacked out and i'm not doing something i'm not getting credit for in the morning.
he obviously didn't care that i was sleeping and dreaming about ellen degeneres knitting me a christmas sweater.
the paramedic just looked at me like "you again?"
I started making my dollar bills into rings for the strippers
I do have sympathy for you. It's just not going to manifest as a blow job.
He kept surfacing with a delighted look on his face, guessing different types of food to try to figure out what makes my pussy taste so good.
you referred to yourself as the crossing guard because of your neon shirt and began directing bar traffic
i just found this napkin with your number on it in my jacket pocket. it reads amy, drawing of a wine bottle and a house
Dude. Get me out of here. I'm surrounded by glitter-faced 40 year olds in halter tops. The desperation here is so thick you can taste it.
Also I feel I should tell you last night when I came home I fell into my laundry hamper and woke up in a pile of my clothes
I know he's only a bandaid for my emotional disrepair, but he can stick me anytime!!
She can be as judgemental as she wants. But she thinks the female orgasm is a myth so who is really winning here...
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