there are singles shoved down my panties. this is the type of summer job i always wanted.
I've decided that life's journeys are more fun when your moral compass hangs in front of you and swings with each step
the point i decided it was time to leave was when i was on the floor of the bar, after taking her down with me, and a table.
Either he masturbated at the end of the bed or she gave him a bj. Either way my bed was shaking and I was uninvolved.
You're barking up the wrong lesbian.
She passed out in the backyard, making "face down" snow angels ... so they could have a smile.
Let's discuss options later this evening. I'll draw out said options and compare and contrast the "accessibility" of the costume for quickies. Because you never know. Halloween is full of surprises. I'll also compare practicality, level of skank, and creative features.
I was at that stage of drunk where it seemed appropriate to just make out with everyone. As like a greeting.
I hear you
laying on floor next to bathroom with vent on to give myself comfort and remind me that im not going deaf. what did i smoke?
I know it basically makes me the worst feminist ever, but I don't want to kill my own spiders. And I will pay my personal spider hit man with sammiches and unlimited , uninhibited access to my vagina.
Lets think Pancakes and sausages into existence
Do you think they'll deliver pizza to my mouth
I'm so hung over that I just tried to send you a screen shot of the cracked screen on my phone.
Hey, how are you?
No. You're dead to me, you hamster stealing slutbag.
Now that you have a boyfriend, can I have my vibrator back?
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