I may just buy something cuz i have 6 weddings in the next year and a half.
Holy shittt I don't even have a bf
I was on top riding him and his friend walks in and watched for a minute before he realized what was going on
I realized that I earned the name Classy cassie as i was throwing up vodka slushie in my bed with a guy I know by the name extacy boy
I don't remember much but I remember it was a unanimous decision that Santa was indeed real and Cait's stripping somehow proved this.
I've crashed the car, it's a write off. The police are here and I'm dressesd as a crayon.
I'm not embarrassed about the lap dance. I'm embarrassed for the singing during.
I just threw up on the floor. And we're gonna fuck on the beer pong table, so keep everyone upstairs.
I remember seeing his penis I just dont know exactly what I did with it
So I hear you're taking over showing your penis responsibilities now that I'm gone?
We are not in a rock band. We can't continue living like this.
He started tongueing his parfait and told "thats what I'd to your ass" in the middle of Starbucks. Of course i brought him home
I want to fuck the side burns off of Steve.
Just fantasized about my boss's fingers in a meeting. I desperately need to get some.
The last thing I need is a possessed urethra.
Do not let Mike show you his naughty Santa Claus outfit. It's a super long beard and crotchless pants.
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