What a fucking waste of an outfit
Call me pathetic, but saying "tits for ireland" is working out really well on chatroulette today.
You made a list of reasons why you should be on fear factor. You came up with 2 reasons: "I like fear" and "I am fear"
ambylanc
what?
there was an amgbulance. iw ish i was in it.
I pretty much threw up on him while he slept, I had one task today which was to wash the sheets that I threw up on and I turned them pink. I would leave me if I could
You kept showing everyone at the bar your bra to prove it matched your shoes.
There is a large scratch and bruise about the size of a pizza bagel next to my vagina. Please text back if you know what happened.
It's not really that big. Girls just think it feels big. It's a cocktical illusion.
If I can't get slightly excited by the thought of his face between my legs then I know I can never sleep with him.
We don't really communicate like that.
Communicate like what?
Communicate like people who want to see each other when their genitals are inside their pants.
If anybody had to puke on my shoes, I'm glad it was you.
Which president had the biggest dick?
Take your time, I'll wait
he told me his feelings for me AFTER sex, so that means he meant it right?
i had to win in rock paper scissors, get called a fat whore, and make two dudes get in a fight so we could call next game on the table and you make zero cups. thanks asshole.
just woke up with a trucker hat, half a grilled cheese, and popcorn spread everywhere. last night must have been good.
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