My mom is giving me a "don't tape yourself during sex" talk. It's going to be a long car ride.
Just so you know, each of my boobs fits perfectly in a martini glass.
i didnt like the question options for my yahoo account..so i made up the question and it was "favorite bathroom to shit in"
I just mistook a monk for someone with the newest colored snuggie.
I'm giving up shame for lent. Here come the best 40 days and nights of my life.
he squeezed my boobs like he didn't know what else to do with them, then turned down head...
told you he was gay.
I fucked him in the bathroom at Cedar Point. if it hadn't been for me already combining my two favorite things in the world the whole bathroom thing would have been a little disgusting.
You missed practice last night. You owe at least 8 hours of liver sprints.
The number of mornings I actually have to say out loud to myself "you must put pants on and go to work" to get motivated is...troubling.
I am the Angelina Jolie to his Billy Bob Thorton. We just don't work.
Just text him and be like do you want this pussy or not. You have three seconds to respond.
I don't want the fire department to come out here twice in one weekend because of your god damn vape.
If sending nudes to tinder boy is considered functional then yes.
UVE SEEN MY TITS OKAY STOP CRYING
You know you have a good math teacher when we're talkIng about mixture problems and no one gets it until he explains it by talking about mixing alcohol
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