Well you will be happy to know that aaron carter hit on me
and trust me i need no booty pop lessons
Got a plan. Ill do rock paper scissors and if you win we smoke a joint. Throw rock.
My Hamptons summer hookup resume reads like a walk-in clinic waiting list.
I am like the Mr. Miyagi of queefs.
Welcome to my life. currently drinking beer through two straws. easier/faster that way.
Theres also beggin' strips and a dog bone in the corner...nooo signs of there being a dog though.
shes laying on the floor in a bowl of salsa with her pants half off and she's crying... i dont know what to do...
She bellyflopped onto the poolside bar, broke one wine bottle, and stole another...the resort staff just frowned and cleaned up her mess.
He's coming over, and I hope he doesn't get hungry. I'm sure its not proper protocol to bring one booty call to another booty call's house for the munchies.
the most romantic thing he could do for me right now would be to throw himself into traffic
I can not say for certain that I did not blow someone in the bathroom at the bar at some point.
Fell asleep with Kristen and woke up with Sarah. It's official, vacation has begun.
Idk man there's lots of bad dick but even a bad cookie is still pretty good
I absolutely love waking up to see my phone search history is "xj" "qj" "cj" "uj" and "kj"
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