I just got a ticket for shitting on a sand dune.
idk why but i just wanna to have sex with the idea of him. i don't even wanna meet him.
This is the kind of period I feel I should name out of respect to the fact I might have just gotten lucky this time.....
I feel like an ass. I'm not blacking out ever again. I want to clean your feet for a year. Just like Jesus did.
there COULD be a gas leak in our house... proceeding to smoke with extreme caution...
However today I got my lube that might I add was dripping out of the box. I'd like to think my mailman was mixing business with pleasure.
i'm pretty sure i can feel a baby kicking just looking at him. if he didnt impregnate you, you officially have an iron-clad uterus.
Was he good-huge or like "what the fuck do i do with this"-huge
We could put on there: "Drink jager bombs and do stupid shit faster, with more energy!"
Not even official and he's cleaned my puke twice. His hotdog skills are an added bonus. I've got a keeper
I have poison ivy and a broken finger. Don't have a threesome in the woods.
I feel like we need to find him and explain that if the two of them would just fuck he'd understand.
And he's a cuddle champ. I know because I slept over because I don't know what boundaries are.
Also you know what's irritating? When the guy you're sleeping with refuses to like any of your Instagram posts
Remind me to never do anything where hiding something in my butt is the best course of action
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