so my mom told me to suck on something if I have to cough. so I guess blow jobs are ok
chasing shots of tequilla with sun chips. its doable but not recommended
at home by myself drinkin the left over champagne from my party... who says my birthday has to end?
This is the way my sobriety ends: Not with a bang, but with a whimper.
On a lighter note, my mom and I were playing scattergories, and for "things that you keep hidden" we both put dildo. Proof that we really are related.
Well, I've taken the art of car peeing to new heights
What is she getting? Last time we talked her behavior was conducive to getting a tramp stamp on her face.
Either your boy toy or the kid who pulled a knife on me in high school is here
And I told him that even though were not together, if he has sex with anyone I would have sex with someone else, video tape it and send it to him.
He recreated the night that started all my mothers days. We shared a joint, drank Boones Farm, and dry humped to the Beastie Boys. Then I cried over MCA's death. Best. Gift. Ever.
I haven't had to masterbate since I started dating him over a year ago. I don't even know if I remember how and my vagina is calling.
You should help rebuild my confidence with your dick. Altruism: Pass it on.
I miss forts and drugs that made me believe in unicorns...
Well I'm in a stranger's bed.
Gotta leave to watch the Lions
Dude. That's like masturbating until the point that you're going to climax, then stopping, waiting for a few seconds and then starting all over. While that does lead to an altogether more powerful orgasm, it's still annoying as hell until you get there.
I was not expecting that analogy.
No one ever expects that analogy.
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