You are a beautiful, beautiful young lady. Your heart is made of tissue, blood and love. I will call you very soon, Princess Sophia.
I'm proud of our boobs and what they could potentially achieve in life.
He just slept in my bed for a couple hours and asked lots of questions about gay sex. No, I do not have his number.
shes laying on the floor in a bowl of salsa with her pants half off and she's crying... i dont know what to do...
he built a boat made of joints. holyyy shit
He kept his baseball cap on when he went down on me...
He was standing in the front door with a kareoke machine yelling at the neighbors as the unloaded their van
I really hope the fuck ferry pays me a visit to close out 2011 properly.
Welp just pooped in a garbage can. Guess I'm not better than you at life in any aspect.
He might not have any marketable talents, but the kid dry humps like no other.
I tried to have a quickie with him at the company happy hour. I think I need to quit my job.
I think I fell asleep on the dance floor at one point...but played it off cool and acted like I just did the robot.
You're going to love the baby's room.
I doubt it. I can't have sex there anymore. That severely limits the appeal of the room to me.
its official, you're fucking me on my lunch break. the only thing I want in my mouth is your dick. pick me up at noon.
want fries with that?
I know it's super late on a work night, but can you drop by and bend me over my new motorcycle? I have tequila and tacos...
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