i'm so hungover...i might vomit in a handbag instead of selling them
I don't think brook has ever known best
I just did the classiest thing ever.
last time you said that you got chlamydia.
If I die on my trip, you're my chosen person. Nightstand-vibrators. Computer-iphoto naked pictures. I hope you feel honored.
Somewhere at this very moment, a group of drunk white girls are singing dont stop believing.
Can you fuck me on the kitchen counter at some point? I'll lysol it after
so do you, all the weight can't fall on me. I'll befriend a ball pit owner if you will befriend a drug dealer. teamwork.
I'm at about main and main street
The pastor just stopped the sermon to lay hands on me. THAT hungover.
Best case scenario: sex with hot bartender \nWorst case scenario: no sex and punched by tattooed guy that may or may not be said bartenders boyfriend.
I think one make out session at a bar per year is probably the best choice.
For the record you're a very classy lady and your love for and mastery of strap-ons is amazing. I would gladly marry you and father your offspring
fyi my negative pregnancy test is taped to the fridge...i'll take it over an A+ any day. be proud.
There will be bowls smoken and not a single fuck will be given.
I dunno about you, but I consider getting eaten out on the porch of a houseboat in -30c in a bridesmaids dress a northern right of passage
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