I am at a striph cluv. They are ovealls everywhere. I have hot rock botto.
if my spotter knew I was listening to the Wicked soundtrack on my iPod, I wouldn't even be mad if he dropped the barbell on my throat
when does it stop being whiskey dick and start just being me bad in bed?
Now for something completely different: ive figured out how to eat a banana without insinuating something completely naughty
then he asked me if i wanted to "handle his wingman"
Just charged fat mistake $3 for a beer.
sooo... you have no idea who nailed their tubesocks to my wall?
I guess I just laid down next to him with the entire pot of mac n cheese and started giving him a handie with one hand and eating with the other
He just told me the blow job I gave him was like a journey
So is there some kind of punch card you and I get to use every time we fuck a chick with a cast?
Considering the fact that everyone took the wrong jacket from that party, should we casually try to return the chalice and soccer ball we stole from last night?
Is someone on their way here yet? I'm way too tweaked to be here alone
That's good to know, because I will be doing terrible things to you. Terrible things, John, wicked, evil, maniacal things shall happen to you and I will have the audacity to call it sex
STILL COMPLETELY OKAY WITH THIS
I mean, drunk me really liked him, maybe sober me will too. Who am I to deny fate?
You really do take on your dog's personality she sounded like her pug breathing when we were going at it.
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