so he tried marking my clit with a sharpie so he could "find it again next time".
I just looked at the maps icon on my IPhone and "eR" was typed in the search address bar. I wonder if we ever got there.
After all you put him through, I think it was only right that you saluted the bartender when you left.
Bad news is he broke up with me via text message
But the good news is I've returned as mayor of whoreville
I have minimal recognition and a lot of burns on my tongue and my vagina hurts.
I don't care how old I am, if it's your 21st birthday I'm going to make out with you.
I may be Daddy's little princess, but doesn't mean I can't be the blowjob queen.
I'll report later on the progress of the mountain orgy
We are going all out this weekend. My liver is already smiling.
Her vagina was like a painting you can put your face in.
Chasing my kid around a 30' jungle gym was not how I envisioned spending the day off work to recover from a vasectomy.
Sometimes intelligent conversation doesn't mix well with a romantic interest. It's possible the two are best kept separate. Toys should just stay in the toy box.
But can mardi gras accurately capture the essence of my tiny rage?
The lady that was sitting beside me thought the best way to cheer herself up was to pet and ruffle my hair while crying and telling me her problems...
A reminder in my phone just went off saying, "Fuck.On.Roof- the Great Bambino". This makes me excited and slightly nervous.
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