i can totally tell he's high. he's having a conversation with my dog.
We had to be out of the dorms at 730. Meeting started at 8. I woke up at 948. Drunk and covered in glitter.
He passes out, I smoke his kush. All's fair in love and a disappointing lack of sex.
I kind of learned that hotels are unnecessary. Boys will just take you home, but that's tough with a group. I believe in us, though.
He gave me four orgasms and I kept yelling "Thank you!" and he kept replying, "My pleasure!"
Midwestern nice.
I think the solution to your phobia is an open relationship with your dildo. about the same responsibility as a pet rock
How do you explain to a guy that he's like a little puppy dog that you play with, but then leave at the shelter to go home to your German Shepard?
If I learned anything from that one time I saw the last 10 minutes of oprah when they talked about the secret, it is that you project what you receive back. I also have wine.
Aaand now my client contact has seen your boobs.
Blacked-in to me, shirtless, giving myself finger guns in the mirror and rapping "stacks in the club stacks stacks in the club."
I felt like a slutty ass cruella devil driving your old car, And I got in a fight with your wipers
Idk, but the girl in his story had really nice eyebrows and was singing The Climb. How about you CLIMB the fuck away from my man
FORGET THE EYEBROWS
He took home that trashy slut from Bama but a NFL Lineman was just in my DMs so... who’s the real winner here
Clothing is a burden necessitated by propriety.
Well, if you do die, I'll bedazzle your coffin.
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