so i completely puked my brains out. a lot. he held me up so i could brush my teeth. then we proceeded to hook up for the next four hours.
he's a keeper
I'm at the store buying plan b and vodka
the cocktail of hope
In Canada she would be a 10 but here in America she's only a 7
As we walked into his room, he said welcome to the hurt locker. I should have left, but I love that movie.
He was sitting at the table eating ice and said, "I'm pretty sure everyone in my family has nipples."
Nothing kills the mood when I am hooking up on the dance floor like the DJ saying Happy Valentines.
I tried to explain to the cop how we all have skeletons in our closets but he just wouldn't listen.
That man gives me hope. I can't help it. And by "hope" I mean "wood."
Also, upon examining the photos, I have concluded that you were the sloppiest drunk girl of the night. And that's saying something considering Hurricane Jessica was in town.
My underwear said "hard to get" on the butt. He laughed when he took them off.
He got weirdly turned on by the video of my cat licking nacho cheese off my finger.
It's Been clinically proven that people who have sex 6 or more times per week are happier than those who don't. Just and FYI. For your mental health. From a soon so be psychologist. Who is drunk.
I'm sorry but the visual image of you suffocating on vagina is basically hysterical
I hope dressing like a sexy, but very grown up and intelligent, secretary while out shopping helps disguise how high I am right now.
i don't care if you are my best friend. does not give you the right to describe how well my sister gives blowjobs.
how about your cousin?
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