I think I might be in your shoes. Except they are actually my shoes. Either way these shoes are wasted.
sexting on a treadmill. speed 9.0 beat that slut!
Also, just grabbed a bunch of "tuxedo black" condoms. formal, anyone?
She insisted on fucking on the futon mattress on the floor, answered the phone call from her boyfriend who was on his way to pick her up, and then had the audacity to ask if I was clean
She actually pushed her roomie out of the way and said 'You already fucked him it's my turn!'
Don't bother coming over to clean the mess. I already paid two kids 5 bucks for it, just didn't tell them you peed all over the place. You do owe me 5 bucks though
Its a "sake bomb in the bathroom during class" kind of day.
No Robbie is the name of a kid or dog, not an adult man who's fucking you.
Btw, do you want me to fix this with a box of wine and a chick flick or is this more of a 'lets head to the strip club' problem? I'm just trying to analyze the emotional depth of the situation.
Returning my drunken purchases from last night. Not a single thing I bought was on sale.
Trying to figure out what I just puked. Demon weed is salad. No more drunk buffets.
you made me suck your tit in the car and kept saying "good boy. I love you so much. good boy."
She has no problem going ass to mouth, but won't eat the pizza crust. I don't get it.
Last night was a whirlwind of vodka - induced emotion
Holy shit dude........stairs
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