before i could say "i'm not that kind of girl", i was.
and pubic hair rears its ugly head again
.....so he has a son. Josh. That is not his roommate
I'm gonna play a drinking game called "Sarah takes the train"
U just looked at me and said "wake me up when I'm done eating"
I searched the house and found a small bottle of sherry which is probably as old as I am, has prob gone off and tastes like shit. I don't care any more. It has come to this.
I've learned something. I regret way too may Tuesdays in my life to be normal
i know this sounds kinda weird but his cock smelled like fabric softener. it was so refreshing.
I wish my head, heart, dick, and nose could just agree on something for once
I wouldn't blow him for all the queso in the world.
I'd rather blow that homeless guy who asked me to breast feed him.
There's an old guy having a conversation with his penis in the bathroom right now.
YOU KNOW BRAZILIAN BOYS ARE MY WEAKNESS
He asked me if I wanted to blow his whistle and proceeded to pull out an actual whistle.
Remind me to tell you: When threeways go awry, my MLK weekend story.
I just had mom give me advice about how and where to store my lube in my shower. It was super awkward. Of course, she also walked in on me masturbating once so I guess turnabout is fair play
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