school has made you so classy.
that's mcgill. producing sluts since 1884.
And then he said "I can't get blown while Gordon Bombay and Mr. Holland stare at me from the TV"
update: last drink of the night and im naked in my porch hammock. life is good.
I managed to fit my wallet, my keys, my phone, Tammy's necklace, and $38.50 all in my bra. and $1.50 is in quarters. go me.
He woke up, got my bottle of water and poured it on me and then went back to sleep. Not really how I want to wake up at 2 a.m.
By the way, I'm pretty sure your husband is publicly advocating more BJs for my husband, via Facebook.
The closest thing to a sext that you will ever receive from me is a picture of pepperonis on Greg's asscheeks, clenching.
He showed up in a dinosaur costume bearing a tray of cupcakes. He even let me hold his tail. I'm marrying this guy.
"It's not a date, we're just spending the entire day at a concert and then getting high together." Awesome.
You have found the Promised Land of friend zones
Just do let me go home with anyone especially I a guy with a hair sweater
there is nothing ok with the fact that that was the 4th time i peed in the same parking ramp
We fucked on shrooms. It's like his dick was a beam of light and when I came I turned into a prism and my orgasms were made of rainbows.
It might be whiskey, but I view Marge and Homer Simpson as something to strive for
Never ever make a tattoo bet. I now have a shamrock on my dick.
There is a baby in my apartment. What the fuck happened last night?
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