It's pouring out. I am cold, wet, and miserable.... Kind of reminds me of our sleepover last night.
By the way, shout wipes are a gift from god for people that throw up on themselves.
She started crying. I don't think she's gotten head from a sax player before.
the trail of clothing leading from the bed to the door was in the exact order i needed to put them on. underwear near the bed shoes by the door.
I had to rush to my room and get my vibrator off my bed i didn't want him to know how long it's been since I had a decent fuck.
it's a gatorade, cheez its, and regret kind of morning....
I think I sprained my soul last night
My hair is crimped, I am walking with a roadie, and my vibrator is in my purse. I feel sorry for tomorrow.
Romney sounds like a middle school girl and that creepy ass smile makes me want to close my blinds
he's like a horny 3rd grader on cocaine. he needs a leash
I don't know how it happened. All I did was tell her I was impressed by her presentation. Her nail marks on my back ain't going away anytime soon.
In two separate occurrences, I could have avoided getting my heart broken, and chlamydia, all with a left swipe.
Even with help how did you paint a bullseye around your asshole?
He shit with the door open. I think that means we are in a realtionship.
oh he pulled my dick out. wanna come over after he leaves
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