worst hand job ever. my dick is about as raw as that sushi your mom wanted me to try.
she's telling me all about the love triangles of her sims. you tell me how it's going.
So I have some interesting news. The pizza guy called the cops on me...
you want a dog just so you can strap a barrel of hot chocolate around its neck?
The things happening in my intestines right now should only ever happen at truck stops and frat houses.
after all you did bang a few mechanics. you must have got some second hand skills by now for building us a go kart.
Oh, AND I met a ukulele teacher that I'd date. So there's that.
So heartbroken my rebound has a rebound
I'm having post-experience "why didn't I fuck her in a public bathroom" regrets
I know how vodka works Grace. I'm drunk, not stupid.
Can I put tequila in the fish bowl? I think he wants to party too
I went to finger her and found a penny. I think ill keep it.
She's not allowed to do acid anymore... she started crying because she thought she was an eagle.
Would you like to get a drink then hook up or reverse order I don't really care. Hopefully you can keep this between us.
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