if i get killed by an online date, its your job to tell my parents that we met at church
she took her clothes off and my dick went from =====> to =>
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this should be fun to decipher. I'd like to buy a vowel.
I have one brief flash of having his dick in my hand. that's all I remember.
its mom's weekend..did we need to couger proof the apt?
we couldn't afford a big pool so we bought 2 kiddie pools and put the inflatable beer pong table inbetween. get over here. now.
we may have ended up at a gay bar on accident. we're gonna work this to get free drinks.
her idea of "friends with benefits" is her doing my laundry. i'm cool with it.
He told him to "throw up in my mouth like I'm a baby bird."
He got completely naked and is now just standee there next to my bed poking at my hamster. Why can't I get sex the normal way.
God only knows how I ended up there doing crown royal shots to the titanic and insighting a bar wide shit fest when I asked the dj to play levels
I'm trying to pinpoint the moment when "don't do anything I wouldn't do" became bad advise.
When the cops pulled up I just stood flat against the fence with my hands up while yelling out,"I'm a tree!!"...
I just used my AAA membership to fix a strippers flat tire in return for a lapdance...does that make me a bad person?
WAIT this kid is eating yogurt with a fucking ladle. what is happening?
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