I realized that I earned the name Classy cassie as i was throwing up vodka slushie in my bed with a guy I know by the name extacy boy
The nice sales man at 711 gave me a handful of free lighters for buying a carton of cigarettes. I guess the depressed damsel in distress look works for me.
the sex was "jacking off to playboy" bad.
having sex with him was like banging macgyver. he did the most amazing shit with the simplest things
If Bret Micheals dies..will VH1 have to go off the air?
oh my god i just remembered the cat blow jobs.
I figured that I'd start organizing the places ive given head. I'll add treehouse right after bandroom
On my way back to his place to see his "art". Why am I sure this is going to be nothing more than his dick in a box?
Did I actually say goodbye last night or did I just poison you with vodka and disappear?
Don't linger or you will get sucked into spending the night. Remember the mission mantra: GET OFF
yea but i missed the pot and poured the boiling water on my dick. shit hurts. aint nothin easy about that mac
I woke up with your vibrator in my face
I suggest both. Please have sex with them and prepare notes for a final comparison.
Just for future reference. Do not do zumba while stoned out of your mind.
Would it defeat the purpose of a run if I ran to McDonalds?
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