So when jo picked me up from the bar I kept apologizing and kept telling her "I'm just a wittle donut"
Whenever ur ready we need breakfast and a psychic.
it's business casual sex. like no kissing, shake hands after, occasional frequency
We had a complete conversation while I was giving him head, at one point he even stopped me and said 'I love how we're just hanging out.'
Need toilet paper. Napkins suck. Slowly running out of those two and the bleeding hasn't stopped. Your cat is next
It's so hard to find a shirt to wear out that is easily taken off, cut off my paramedics, but says "I'm a grown, respected woman"
Dunno yet. Probably just gonna play the s.t.d. russian roulette game with random bartenders at the beach again. Same 'ol same 'ol
Yeah. Just jump him. Naked. Claim his dick for yourself.
Swear to god you say cuddle bunny one more time and honest to god I will sacrifice a bunny on the hood of your car
He kept sending me videos of his dogs while I was trying to masturbate. At what point does getting vagina-block apply?
I almost don't wanna have sex with her because I'm afraid she'll steal my hat
i just had diarrhea that people from the 1930's would have died from
So if he doesn't show up do we eat his birthday cake? Because I'm stoned and wrestling is on. What's the proper protocol
I have to stop at Sheetz to put my bra back on before I meet you hold on
NOT PREGNANT according to the two dollar tree pregnancy tests I took in the tacobell bathroom. Come meet me at tacobell for celebratory soft tacos.
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