margs and chips and queso make the world go round
well and inertia
my brain is sober enough to have a conversation.. but my arms feel nice
what the fuck. my fiance told me she called our wedding band last night and told them to perform "best i ever had" for our first dance
guy just got out of the car at the drive in and told his girlfriend "fuck you and your taco" and walked off
I don't remember what you were saying to me in the bathroom. But whatever it was, yes, because i remember nodding a lot.
David pulled a magic mike again and started stripping on every street sign we passed.
All you had to say was "damn dude that looks fun, I miss ice fishing." But you sent a picture of poop. Classy
Can I just have sex with him and then never talk to him? I need him to be the Mr. Miyagi of my sex life.
Jesus Christ. If I were a normal sex-having person, I'd think I was knocked up. I'm cycling through emotions like I'm in a decathlon to crazy.
Nothing wrong with a few meaningless hookups. Keeps the mind occupied and the body satisfied
it was one of those unspoken contracts of silence like "I teach your daughter and you work at a strip club"...I don't tell if you don't
strip teases shouldnt end with an expensive car covered in salsa and mayonnaise yet here we are
I just remember banging him and then at some point I went and took a shower and went and laid in the closet
he was making out with her against the stove and started a fire--the thirst literally almost burned the place down!!
Good morning beautiful! Wanna steal a cat this weekend?
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