I feel like your standards for women is like rent-a-centers standards for credit.
It's like the Sean Connery of vaginas. You don't mess with it.
idk whats worse playing power hour to yourself, or the fact that you were having fun while doing it
You were so calm and collected as you strolled out the door with 40 mcdonalds cups in your arms. It was legendary.
Strip mythology. Everyone wins. Most of all me.
On the way out the door to work grabbed the wine glass on the floor left for the ghost of Elijah and chugged it. PASSOVER.
and the oscar for 'most creative swearing' goes to you for 'jesus's bloody fucksticks'
Don't be offended, the only thing I'm attracted to right now is snack cakes and chicken wings.
I have banged to "The Emperor's New Groove" way more than could possibly be reasonable.
I just forgot I was standing up.
I can show you the world. Shining, splimbering vaginaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
It was great. We stayed up all night talking about objects he'd put in his theoretical vagina.
My new superpower is making fuckboys disappear!
Bending dicks and egos since 2002
By the way, you totally deserve "i got a job sex".
i did these weird ass ab exercises once that left me queefing for weeks
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