On my arm I have 12 dashes, and below is written "plus 2 pretty stout whiskey drinks, so, you be the judge"
Its like fucking yourself in the head with a weed strapon
She made me role-play everything from an older prof to a in-patient in need of a medical exam. Yay for cocaine.
She was giving you that "I really want to blow you but I have to act professional" look. Guaranteed
I still don't understand how I went from crying to blowing you in like two minutes.
thank you for letting me use your house as a brothel.
Santa was walking around downtown handing out stuff at the bars. He gave me a free eyebrow wax. I think he's trying to tell me something
Faces of meth called, they want their look back.
This is how baked we were last night. Our drinking game: We stare at each other; first one to laugh drinks.
Ehhh, contemplating pain killers and fruit snacks if that's any indication.
Sounds like either a very good Friday night or a very bad Saturday morning.
I would say don't do anything I wouldn't do, but we both know I forget about my personal safely when getting laid is on the line
Grrr. Fine. You get oral for being unwrong.
So he cheated on his gf again. For the third time. Second time with me. HE CRIED WHILE DRIVING ME HOME BECAUSE HE CHEATED ON HER. And I laughed the entire way. Good god I'm an asshole.
you asked if you could borrow my vagina for the night
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