I don't remember her name, all I remember is trying to suck the wedding ring off her finger.
you can now officially say a girl has shaved your initials into her pubes. welcome to the club.
We sat on the porch laughing about hilarious the sunrise was. And that we can do drugs again in the morning, thank god
pooping with feet up on an ottoman about level with the toilet is nice
So. I need to gloat. I couldn't exactly tell my family that I won this game by deep throating.
We could make it cute. Like "oh those two cute lesbians who are about five foot two who sell the cocaine down the street. You know the ones? With the Yorkies?"
'twas the night before moms weekend and all were blacked out. Not a coug was sober not even farm house. I was down to fuck but you were not in sight, so I bid pullmania a sweet goodnight.
Getting haircut. The stylist asked about the body paint dried in my hair. I told her there was prob glitter, too. It was a fun night!
Let's have sex in an apple orchard
I was drunk and really grossed out when you poured cheese on me and, I guess I just freaked out.
Something tells me your "Titties for Tracy Morgan" fundraiser won't pan out.
We should probably feel disgusted that we took turns eating and drunkenly passing around a burrito the size of a small dog but i’m ok with it.
WHAT KIND OF DEALER ONLY WORKS FRI-SUN???
Ours, apparently.
Remind me to tell you: When threeways go awry, my MLK weekend story.
DON NOT, UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES WATCH CLOWN PORN.
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