i love my job...i have craft hour at my desk w twizzlers
can u grab me a application
i find it simply astounding you spelled drunken wrong but pterodactyl right
He had a huge mole on his dick. Genetics has cockblocked him for life.
so apparently dipping a tampon in red gatorade and throwing it out the window on the highway is a $100 fine
I am only moving my arms so I remember that I can. These brownies are wild.
You are in charge of making sure that her vagina explodes with joy tonight.
Truth be told I was googling "why is my left calf bigger than my right calf", porn would've been a better excuse for a virus.
it's been dubbed the summer of antibiotics
We kept trying to bring you to the hospital but you had a tantrum and kept saying you would never be Miss America
OMG BTW REMEMBER HOW HE ORDERED PIZZA THAT ONE TIME WE HOOKED UP. APPARENTLY HE WAS HANDING IT OUT TO PEOPLE WHO LIVE IN MY BUILDING AS HE WAS LEAVING
In my defense, I haven't stolen anyone's clothes yet.
Yeah, that's a plus.
The only way he could ever pleasure me is if he lit himself on fire and let me watch
I swear if you laugh while im moaning i will immediately stop and go home.
If he ever pulls my hair again, I'm going to conveniently have lock jaw. Then he can decide whether pain during sex is still fucking appealing.
I have a dinner date combo blowjob event with Tristan tonight.
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