I don't want to talk about it. He was like the Little Engine that couldn't get me off.
On blowjobs: "If you decide to go there, you finish the job. No complaining." I don't care if it sounds like she's talking about Iraq, I'm in love.
On my way, I hope you have alcohol for me to blame stuff on...
I wonder what it would be like to go to the dry cleaners and not have to inform them that all my clothes are stained with booze.
There aren't nearly as many guys masturbating on chatroulette as i was led to believe...i feel cheated
The only thing I really remember is repeating "I hope I still have a job on Monday". Oh and pulling my boob out of my dress.
So I take it the company Christmas dinner went well then...
apparently the bartender would rather give me free shots than tell me that my whole nipple piercing was hanging out
How did a couple beers and monopoly turn into a bottle of vodka and throwing eggs at eachother in the kitchen?
Right now he's sitting in the chair pointing to me to go away. He's trying to have quiet time with his penis.
I just screamed IM THE CHUPACABRA and jumped on his dick. I need to evaluate my life choices.
I am the fucking FIFTH wheel. How do you think it's going?
Maybe not Elvis quality pharmaceuticals...But some good stuff
I'm committing myself to dance. Also, I'm unsure if you said space party sounded lame because dude was old, but I hope you're over it because I love space, and I love David Bowie and I love to dance, and you need to embrace this with me.
He was 6'5 and wearing a kilt, how could I not fuck him
I got a lap dance in honor of your birthday last night.
Thank you.
theres a video...
oh god.
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