Wooohooo! I'm sitting in the car like a creep watching people walk in and out of Blush. Lots of happy people.
She thought I was gay, so I told her I'd be more comfortable with anal. She agreed.
First of all, I don't like eggnog. Second of all too much rum is all bad. And thirdly I'm not there to sit in your lap and pretend you are Santa and I've been a bad girl.
it's gotten to the point where there are no existing good choices. even our good choices are bad choice by anyone's standards but ours.
Dude, she's the greatest salesman alive. she convinced chelsea to buy a box of Cheerios for $20. She can find your dick some willing pussy.
Sean getting laid is an anomaly, Sean banging the hottest single girl at the wedding is a fucking unicorn being ridden by a leprechaun walking through mordor.
I have a very important question for you: what are some good rules to have if we want to turn the nfl draft into a drinking game?
Well I talked to some Canadians today, and I'm keeping a vigilant watch for sharks, so I'm pretty booked up.
I saw a picture of my dad holding my legs in a kegstand. Town festival=success.
You need to stop me from lighting my hand on fire next time we're working
Wanna play whack-a-mole in my pants?
Your word choices worry me.
Nothing like a dick pic from your fave ex to make you audibly exhale sadly.
Officially the best daughter ever. I just restocked my parents alcohol that I stole last night AND ADDED TO IT
I woke up naked next to my hot manager. Left before she woke up, and worked an entire shift with her. She has no idea.
yea i'll help you find a man. but, when I say jump, you say on who.
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