it doesn't mae me god, the fact that I am god makes getting dressed futile and tedious... btw i am still drunk
When he brought me into his room he showed me his James Bond calendar and matching sheets, and then told me that his goal in life is to be James Bond….epic fail. Mission Impossible. I was scared to take off his boxers to find out that they were also James Bond themed.
RUN LIKE YOUR JAMES BOND
WIFE SWAP. FAMILY OF MIDGETS. LIFETIME. NOW.
Henry's handball, Tiger Wood's Car Crash, Roger Federer losing ... That's it....I'm throwing my Gillete away
it was like fucking gandolphs beard
I hit 10,000 texts this month.. I think my grandkids have carpal tunnel.
Her boobs more than make up for all the flaws with her personality.
Don't remember much from last night, but I recall slipping you the tounge. For that I apologize
I don't think I'm emotionally ready for this blow job.
He asked me to coffee and I had no choice but to be honest. So naturally I told him that sobriety and monogomy are not two of my strong suits.
I woke him up this morning and said I have a meeting w my advisor in an hour you need to wake up, cum on my face, and take me to my car.
I Know I'm the drunk girl in the trunk right now, BUT PLEASE LISTEN TO ME!
Last thing I remember was wondering why there was a mirror on the wall behind the urinal and then realizing I was pissing in the sink.
He's easy on the eyes, light on his feet, and rough in bed...what more could a girl ask for in a rebound?
Taking body shots off hot Camren. Get here now.
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