so... how was it???
he had bart simpson sheets. he had itunes on shuffle and "don't worry be happy" started playing when he took his boxers off. sad to say i was neither worried nor happy
I'm outside your house...sorry I feel like I don't need formal invites anymore.
conquered wheelchair sex. it's rather convenient. you'd think it was made for it, with all those handles and adjustable features.
Synchronized big wheels back flips off the second floor roof. Good idea or great idea?
Bad news? she threw her drink in his face, left her phone at the club, and disappeared. I found her laying in bed with the bottle she stole from our VIP service. Good news is she's asleep and I have the bottle, come home
And I can say one thing, I look pretty good in high wasted pants. I don't know if that helps. But I do. God I'm high.
I have to sanitize my nipples and its just to cold in here for it to be ok
my last search of the night was "the physics of green eggs and ham" what the fuck
third nipple confirmed
I sense naked hashbrown eating in my near future.
You guys are like the reason that ketamine is a controlled substance.
The time stamp on this text message is reason enough alone to not leave me unsupervised
Did you really eat 10 ice cream cones today?
It was tough but I powered through it.
Just because my bed is easier to get to doesn't mean it's okay to fuck in.
I've started recycling nudes. Why should I take new pictures for every single man?
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