You should have seen the look on the cashiers face when I was buying steel reserve with a suit on.
i feel like im playing gay clue. i have to figure out where i am, who took me home, and what he put in me
"I could never have "feelings" for someone who, at one point, wanted to "hate fuck" my face."
I would describe it as pure and unadulterated shock, mixed with horror and a touch of nausea.
I just watched her pee in a trashcan, im still probably going to fuck her, what does that say about my standards
she got to the point every few minutes she checked to see if her boobs were still there.
she crawled under her car and passed out. Unfortunately her feet were sticking out and someone called 911 because they thought she had been run over.
I can't even type what I drank. I'll throw up
I'll still trying to understand the context of your "punch her with my cock" comment.
I took so my adderall all I can do is lie on my floor and stare too hard at my hedgehog. He has 42 spines in the dark spot on his shoulder btw.
The wizard has you scheduled for a 6am sex breakfast
I'm so there
And after we debated politics. My dream come true: naked, just got done having great sex with a hot mixed guy, talking about why social welfare programs are a bad idea
There's no winning that game with me. It's either "Can I walk home at the end of the night," or "am I throwing up trying to sleep in the front yard." Rules are irrelevant.
I've decided to take one for the team and bang the landlady for lower rent.
A massage should never include spaghetti sauce. shit was fucked up
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