that was a gay-test. you passed.
with flying rainbow colors i hope!
Bein cut off at a bar is embarassing ...until you get to the next bar.
he cracked the bottle of jager at 11am and said "hey, its Saturday and I gotta do something"
I mean we're not committed. He's my first choice, sort of like miller lite. When I'm at the bar I'm going to order one, but if they don't maybe I'll go for a bud or blue moon. I'm certainly not going to stop drinking
Rubbed one out while on hold to buy tickets to Disneyland. Feel simultaneously like a freak and strangely productive.
apparently he's bringing me two things i like. he said one was him and i'm assuming the other one is his penis
I thought she was being abused so tried to go in at the sympathy angle, but the bruises were from pole dancing. I went in at all angles.
Just spiked the bong with a ludens cough drop with hopes it soothes my throat after i rip it.
Remember when we saw my neighbor taking dick pics of himself? He's back at it!
Maybe I'm just didn't notice and imagined a different penis as a Freudian coping mechanism?
He was Jesus for Halloween and I definitely got on my knees and gave him praise.
An orgasm and grocery shopping is the appropriate start to every Monday.
Just because I also want a blowjob doesn't mean I don't want to just see you too.
Go have a frustration cry and get over it
Best single mom victory - getting eaten out in my dodge caravan in the hospital parkade at midnight.Three words: screaming multiple orgasms.
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