So I have to ask... did I meet your lumberjack expectations? I mean, minus the red flannel and all.
come outside for a special surprise it involves huge boobs
so wait, they're fucking, but it doesn't count as cheating cause they only do anal?
im trying to catch a child molester. call you later.
the only plus side is that now I'll be able to tell my son not to trust the condoms that his college gives away..........
Lesson learned. Whipped cream will eat through a condom.
I JUST REALIZED HOW SOFT YOUR TABLE IS! and I also just started rolling
I think after that blow job he got the other day he'd set himself on fire if I asked.
When people ask about my bruises, I'm just going to say it was a doorknob. Or possibly a group of doorknobs. Angry doorknobs.
what the hell is that chicken wire thing she's holding?
An artistic expression of her stupidity.
She unfriended me on Facebook after I responded to her long love note with #demtittesdoe. Jager is the goddamned devil.
No, the high point was when you stood on a chair and shouted you were the god of tits and wine.
He was awful. Hubby's was apparently epic. I suck at swinging.
It's official. Post baseball sex is better than post hockey sex. I hope the Blue Jays win the world series.
How's Vegas?
Woke up with a sculpture of my own head. Been trying to find Ashley for two days. so pretty not too bad.
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