So im pretty sure the object of my emotional onterest is tired of playing with me....
drinking warm bud heavies i found in the garage and googling how to tell the gosselin kids apart.
I lost of the blow last night. Found it later in my bag labeled Fairy Dust.
she gave him a mild concussion from throwing him against the wall in an attempt to dance with him. gotta love monday nights at the sandbar.
Every single time I start thinking that we shouldn't have done that to him, I think of his ballsack in our passed out faces. No sympathy.
I gave ten strangers a full description of his penis and its abilities. I need to stop drinking.
Protocol on turning down a date from someone in the House of Representatives?
This girl did not understand, once police sirens go on, road-head needs to STOP
It was ths the worst 15 minutes of my life. . . It was like fucking a warm stick of butter.
I will call him whatever I please, including flaccid dick on forehead guy but not limited to watermelon cunt head.
when I woke up, he was drunk and singing "soft kitty" and petting my face
Got stuck at my fwb place for three days because I decided sex was more important than my safety in the weather. Worth it.
My actions are not mine. They are the actions of Patron.
I just got a text giving me an hour window for when my vibrator is gonna be delivered. If that's not awesome customer service, I don't know what is.
I crawled to the bathroom this morning there were cornpops scattered on the floor? What was I doing last night?
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