I will give you vagina for bag of have'a corn chips.
He doesn't fuck you and he's married, why do you keep letting him cum all over your stomach?
In the hopes he'll just put it in one day?
The last thing I remember is yelling "ill handle this" while wearing a lion suit and holding a jug of vodka when the RAs came
the lighter is IN the bong. I don't know what to do
I'm not embarrassed about the lap dance. I'm embarrassed for the singing during.
I ended up with a bullet proof vest and I still don't know his last name.
He threw up. He never throws up. It was like finding out superman cant fly anymore. I was so sad for him.
My mouth already tastes like senor cuervo took a piss in it and it's barely 1 am
Of all the things that can be stripped of me i'll be damned if it's my vanity
Everyone is out there getting real jobs and I just realized I've been "washing" my clothes with fabric softener for two months.
well whats the tarot card for I'm totes going to be schlobbing his cob? because that's in his future.
You tore a poster off a lamppost and ATE IT. That drunk.
All I'm saying is Europe has not been easy on my vagina.
What do you want. Tryin to service my husband like the good wife that I am. It is bj Tuesday
Right. Cuz nothing screams "You made it!" quite like selling your used underwear to strangers you met on the internet.
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