She was sucking his dick at Seacrets outside bar in front of all of us...her friends kept coming over crying and yelling "Tiffany stop it"
my periods are so regular now that they are sync-ed with my subscriptions of vogue.
It's always exciting to touch a new boob.
Its like the two hemispheres of my brain are in a death match but are two evenly matched for either side to win kinda drunk.
it's gotten to the point where there are no existing good choices. even our good choices are bad choice by anyone's standards but ours.
She cracked her neck before the blowjob and I knew shit just got real.
She curled up in the corner, screamed "THE BLANKET IS SO WARM" and promptly passed out with her face in the dogbed. No one bothered to reposition her.
She said if her future children dont have blue eyes she wont love them
Was considering going to moonshine but I think I'm just gonna stay home and drink beer because there is no law against partial nudity here.
I just want to return to LA when the weed and dick is plentiful.
And then god smiled down upon me and he said let there be hangover food and let it be Wendy's
It's a sad day when a deadly hurricane headed your way is less depressing than your relationship status.
Refresh my memory....were we forced to leave or did we choose to leave?
Let's just say if my bucket list had "fngered in the middle of a club by a complete stranger while being sprayed by UV paint" then that is well and truly ticked off.
So he called his lawyer from the bar to confirm the cost of hitting the douchebag before flooring him. I respect his planning skills.
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