Let's just say there is a bloody hand print above my bed and it's not mine. Literally.
and the award for most disgusting thing ever done on my couch now officially goes to you! Congratulations, you won the couch...I can't even look at it anymore.
I just want to do a slip-and-slide into a giant pool of jello shots right now.
He told me he felt like he shoud say thank you and as a prize i could keep anything from his room that i wanted.
I'm not trying to alarm you guys, but I think I just swallowed a ketchup packet.
I would feel bad sleeping with her unless all of her personalities were on board with it.
And before you knew it they were calling me the pussy usher or something like that
She keeps asking if I've seen him... For the last time YES... IN MY BED LAST FRIDAY NIGHT AND THEN AGAIN SATURDAY MORNING
I love you so must. You as do fraty. You are truly my veste breakable (ties I wtf racket Andover). Luce you. Have a safe drive bio dough failover.
At this point i guess a traditional, non-life-threatening pity fuck is too much to ask for
I wore wrist and ankle weights while we had sex. Does that count as working out?
well what the fuck is the POINT of teetotal mardi gras
Let's be honest I'm gonna watch murder she wrote and eat taquitos at three am
I mean I'd assume the strange looks are on account of the fact that I'd imagine people normally don't stink of booze on an 8:14am flight.
It's not just going to appear. A lot of blood, sweat, tears, and leg work went into finding a cock that amazing!
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