I blew a .224 after sleeping for 6 hrs, cleary im a champion
he pointed at my clit and asked with a confused face, 'whats this thingy??"
all we ever talk about is how much i like your dick or my drug problem.
I swallowed and made him pancakes in the morning. I feel almost as desperate as Jennifer Aniston at this point.
Nothing like a little anal leakage to start off Sunday morning. Can't decide if that speaks well of my weekend or not...
KETAMINE SUNDAYS ARE SERIOUSLY FUCKING ME UP!
If I were you I'd use my green card to do more coke and less talking
I just gagged from thinking about the amount of tequila we will be drinking. DRUNK TUESDAYS
The next time you try to drunkenly strip me in public let's make sure it's not anywhere near the daiquiri factory or a group of police officers.
I desperately wanted to wear your shirt.
I woke up on top of his counter next to a pot of boiling water and an empty package of ramen... what happened to the ramen, we will never know.
All I see when I think of you are dancing penis angels around your head.
I dont know it just seems wrong to fuck her on my exes back porch
You only have to pretend to care about soccer until July. HE'S PRETTY DONT RUIN THIS.
You have more time for sex than anyone I know.
If Denver makes it to the Super Bowl I'll quit drinking. So I'm pretty much stocking up on booze
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