So I just opened the bag you gave me and those panties aren't mine...
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We will have to stop frequently for food, stretching legs, interesting things on the side of the road, and sex. So you might as well eat.
just used a blowie as payment for him having to take the dog out to let her poop.
it's just like freshman year of high school, with more drugs
I feel eeeverything like there's a rhythm and everything can be felt w/o ever touching it. And it's beautiful. Sunshine or raindrops it's like orgasming. Everything has a taste.
It's official, no more fat chicks or even close to that, my balls are 2 dimentional
I did, I'm just saying. Once the drinking starts my nipples are no longer my control.
She's like my safety school. At the end of the night, if I haven't found anyone better to hook up with, I can always call her if I need a place to drop a load and don't want to rub one out myself. Perfect next door neighbor.
Secondly, that waffle is lost for good. I have no fucking idea where that bitch is
I just got attacked by a swarm of butterflies. Nothing is okay anymore.
I think my body is a cloud. This mixture of things is heavenly. Dare was wrong, drugs are awesome.
I'M CUDDLING WITH MY CAT AND THAT GUY SENT ME A DICK PIC. UNANNOUNCED DICK PICS ARE TERRIFYING AND MY CAT WILL NEVER BE THE SAME
Don't forget to make sex 3rd on your calander
I can check masterbating in China off the bucket list.
It was an entirely appropriate time and place for sexual thoughts.
That doesn't make it ok to play by play me your honeymoon!
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