i feel like barbie the morning after an elton john party
I now officially know the distance between my two boobs is one twizzler.
Just burped. Tasted like beer and cherios...Beerios. This is gonna be quite a day.
He was doing push ups, crunches and jogging in place in front of the restaurant. I'm not too sure I want to eat there if it requires immediate exercise following the meal.
he asked if thats how we do it in the states..like there's cultural difference in fucking between canada and the us..
In all honesty of all my sexual conquests, his dick is probably my proudest moment.
His new job just became new places to have sex at.
Hangover Status: I've been bedridden longer than that kid from The Secret Garden. It's not looking good.
Sorry, I was unaware dragging you upstairs for sex was such an awful thing.
third nipple confirmed
Btw, I feel the need to make sure we have no misunderstanding about this. So here goes. I'll happily mess around with you again. However, I probably won't do it while you're dressed like a creepy clown. Or any clown.
Should probably stop going into the gas station to look for the most normal person to hitch a ride with to drive me to a party
Self care is breaking into nasa and launching yourself directly into the fucking void
I'm pretty sure I have PMS because I almost just cried about not being able to find a place that gives acrobat classes here.
boys just don't understand what they're missing out on.
he's missing out on my boobs looking marvelous this evening.
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