I've never had a man I enjoyed more than steak
I just spent the last hour reading customer reviews on amazon.com for the book "it hurts when I poop." Send help.
I'm thinking of having one or both of my boobs out. They're small but they're mighty.
We were done making out and had been asleep for a hour. I felt him put his hand on my butt. Then I farted.
Well, technically I had a shirt on, it was just around my waist.
I can't try on my wedding dress because someone is trying to commit suicide in the store. Is this a sign?
I totally cried the whole time and then screamed out my new therapists name....
Dude. This guy has a ketchup bottle full of jello shots. Best. Thing. Ever.
I hope my orgasm sounds aren't secretly that bad and no one tells me
How does this dude know what a dying walrus sounds like? That's the real question
I knew as soon as he opened a beer with his teeth to shotgun it that I was going to sleep with him. I'm never going home.
I just...no. You make my soul cry. You are giving me karma-cancer. This torture of my majesticness can no longer be tolerated.
He is really real. Like I know where he works, have referenced him with mutual fb friends and I've seen his dick. He's real.
I think I may have just taught my whole hall how to give a good blow job. So this is college.
I achieved the level of drunk I wanted even with the length of dress I was in..
the sex got boring after the first three hours
holy shit
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