she claims you yelled BOMBS AWAY when you came. tell me she's lying
but she didn't tell you i squeezed, built up pressure, and napalmed her face as i yelled it, did she
Condoms? Check. Glitter? Check. Fuck me pumps? Double check. Dignity? No where to be found. I'm about to homewreck the shit out of that dumb bitch.
I've been meaning to talk to you about your lack of self-respect these days and the toll it's taking on your vagina.
Yay Minnesota! I can't believe there's now a US Senator who has taken more acid than we have
it's gonna be a chat room kind of night
No matter what you may say to me. You will still be the guy that managed to get his own cum in his hair.
i guess when we were done i grunted "unforgiveable" and walked out.
You should make it a point to use vocabulary that is competition appropriate around him, like "champion" and "training" and "victory sex"
i can't understand anything he's saying. But he spells alcohol right everytime so i deciphered it.
well I have to shit but I'm too hungover to push, and I snorted advil so I wouldn't have to swallow it and throw up.. hungover is an understatement.
You were dancing with a coffee pot of rum in one hand and a joint in the other. So that should explain everything.
so hungover. I'm actually considering eating the snow off the roof so I don't have to leave my bed
Better not shit yourself at the gym.
On another note, I almost lost one side of my fake butt. Dancing the wobble with the fake butt isn't recommend.
There's nothing wrong with using cocaine to keep my heart rate up in my fitness class.
I choose my mates solely based on size and ability. No cuddles. No sleep overs. Definitely no repeats.
Randomize