I think about you every night.
I'm sorry.
if this week's events in iraq have taught me anything, it's that when pulling out, always expect a mess...
Now that the olympics are over we have no excuse for getting belligerently drunk for nationalism every night.
He's my palate cleanser. He's my mint sorbet. He's my saltine cracker. He's who I fuck between people to make the next one better.
im gonna make a bucket list just so i can cross off "underwater blowjob"
Definately laid on the floor of the shower this morning drinking the water as it fell on me.
the water pistols in the freezer are full of voddka.
Hillary is trying to make pickle pops with vodka and sell them to kids at the ball park.
I'm still in my ugly sweater and underwear drinking coffee next to a plate of assorted treats we stole from the party. I got a new sweater by the way, its shoulderpad-y and looks like a news anchor got thrown up on by Liberace. I'm pretty proud.
So I wore a corset to school. Fuck laundry.
I hoped the great care he put into rolling a blunt would translate to my vagina.
My vagina was just really confused why you weren't inside it
Just remembered when I first started going down on him he goes "ok now I feel a little better about the broncos losing"
We've been watching Scooby Doo and having sex for the past 36 hours, so life is great
Your life is quite full of dick lately.
It really is!
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