I'm drinking on the job... HEAVILY
why does he think he needs to feed/take me out to get some ass? we are at a bar wasting my fucking time
What I'm saying is Afghanistan is America's sexually contracted disease.
you would think someone who fights for his country could fight to last longer than 2 minutes
I know this may seem inappropriate, but are you gonna bring any blow to the wedding?
my boobs are worth more now than the blue book value of my car.
He seems to have a lot of things figured out and most of the answers involve bourbon
so gross sitting on a warm chair at a restaurant..you just know a fat person was sitting there shoveling food into their face for hours.
I don't think I can look at him the same way anymore after he walked in my room wearing a short skirt with a boner.
Something about being drunk at 1pm chasing seagulls on the beach while it's raining is very calming
I feel like there is something fundamentally wrong with me as a woman. My initial text to you was "What's up, fuck bucket?"
He made a playlist to use during sex...that ended with The Ultimate Warrior's entrance music.
I watched one of the videos of you hanging from the rafters, and it is both violent and sexual in nature.
he called her and asked for me. he wants to do dinner and a movie
her booty call wants to take you to dinner?
He ate me out on the front lawn of the post office. The people in the office across the road definitely got a show!
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