I look like a poor person in the cast of Gay Oliver.
I always have to poop after I paint my nails. It never fails.
I think I've lost the thrill of being a slut. It's just that the newness has worn off, I think.
we put a pacifier in your mouth because you kept drunkenly singing country music.
And then I asked the bartender for my third shot and he told me he had to cut me off at two because this was in fact a family fun center
well, the drug dealer I've been fucking the past 5 months gave me a chilis gift card for Christmas, so things are looking up.
Going to the u of w I constantly have that moment of, oh hey I felt you up at that rave at folk fest that one time. Winnipeg is too small.
It was everywhere. My dick was a sprinkler of lost future children.
He laid on the ground 100 ft from the car crying about how he just wanted to be home already
I don't know what's wrong with me. The guy from bar rescue is making me horny
and idk now I have nine bags of lettuce in my fridge
I just wish he would stop trying to bring his emotional baggage into our sexual relationship.
ETA 20 minutes and if you greet me at the door with a gin & tonic I’ll give you head.
he was really really nice, and I did coke off of his dong that night too
I ran into the marine at the grocery store. Its like my vag and his penis have this way of finding each other when I least want it.
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