I don't care if you go out, because at the end of the night I know i'll be the one fucking you.
that was completely unnecessary, true, but unnecessary
I can't wait. Forget the royal wedding. This is the most anticipated hookup of 2011.
found a rock and smashed the sliding glass door. home safe. screen door is locked so we're good.
God, for the last time, no I did not break my nose doing a keg-stand just for a nose job.
Our sex bag has now been upgraded to sex luggage, with wheels, and now features a first aid kit. Game. On.
Should I tell them about my ticket for possession or about how I'm shitting blood? Which one will gain the most sympathy?
Before we rave about the healing powers of your penis, remember it nearly killed me as well.
After you threw up you would repeatedly say "napkin" like a siren until somebody got you a fucking napkin.
It's cosmic balancing. My vagina is an instrument of karmic retribution.
All I know is that I woke up with glitter all over me and blood on my shoes. It wasn't my blood.
In my opinion the party was fun, but i did A LOT of cocaine so my view was a little distorted......
I'm far too poor to be letting my hookups wear my shirts home. I'm down to about a total of 8 shirts and have no intention of buying more
He called me kiddo. We can't have sex
long story short, the bouquet was used as a sacrificial torch
He took off all my clothes, fingered me, than said "would you be more comfortable if I was naked too?"
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