what's the vibe there?
extraordinary amounts of gine
she just made me lysol my hands in order to touch her tits.
she was pretty happy for someone in the middle of a herpes outbreak, how was i supposed to know?
It was one of those "I have no idea if this will ever happen again so I can't say no" opprotunities. Part of me was like, "You slut" and the bigger part was screaming, "Hell yeah"
I'm pricing out a roll of that wax butcher paper. We fuck too messy and I can't afford to wash them every afternoon.
I dont even think your gonna like what I got you for christmas. If not we can take it back and get drugs.
Side note, from now on any snap chat I get that isn't interesting enough... Is getting a dick in response. Judge your snaps accordingly
Shirley Temple died. We owe it to her to get dirty shirley wasted.
I just watched my ex butt chug a quart of eggnog. Why did I dump her again?
So how do I get back in good graces for trying to trade you for superbowl tickets?
No one needs to know about the barren wasteland that is my vag. Sometimes i visualize my cervix rocking back and forth wondering where everybody went.
I just pictured that. It's reading a book.
An old biker dude just flirted with me at Food City. I enjoyed it. God damn I need to get laid.
She was doing drunken zumba and screaming "FUCK YOU I HAVE MY OWN STYLE!" at the TV
I still think he’s a fuckboy but he’s nice to me when I’m over.\nLike sets alarms for me in the morning and always makes sure I cum.
I DEMAND FORESKIN
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