I think you missed the wrong class. Im pretty sure we were taught how to buy cocaine.
the orgasm was like being thrown to the other end of reality, so getting a nosebleed from it wasnt too upsetting at that point
I AM OVULATING LIKE A STEAM ENGINE.
With any luck I will spend the duration of this flight with my tray table up my seatbelt securely fastened and my face in his lap
All I I know is that there's 2 new contacts in my phone. Drunk Backdoor and Gayass Handshake. Thanks, Jameson.
we traced the origins of this shit fest of a relationship back to a single instance of road head. then we did a reinacment
It's kind of like, standing in a garage and pretending you're a car. Except you're naked.
The nausea has returned and I can't handle such things to exit my body so violently
I think I'm going to go into my next therapy session with hot client with my fly down and when he tells me about it I'm going to say "how did that happen?!" and then porn music will start to play.
If I don't have the money by then, I'll pay you in sex.
It's going to be 23.5 times of sex and 19 blow jobs. I just googled it.
So what if I got a tattoo on a bus, it was sterile.
You just kinda wondered into the street and started screaming at dogs and small children...
i mean ive seen your left buttcheek how much more bro can this get
I've realized that drinking at your apartment alone on a Tuesday probably isn't a good thing.
Note to self: I can rip apart her vagina and she'll still cuddle with me, but if I steal her Chapstick she'll murder me !?
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