I realized tonight the smell of my dirty pads remind me of my grandfather.
i think i was tempted to text while we were making out. like i remember holding my phone up behind his head and just staring at it.
And before you get all mad cause I said "nipples," I actually discarded "you are so wet right now" and "you have such a raging clit-on right now."
That's called being sensitive.
I couldn't get past the raccoon on my porch so i slept on my lawn.
You know how hard it is to jerk off in a bathtub with a dog staring at you?
I told him he was a man of science and that he should conduct experiments on my tits to see how they stay up. I need you to hold onto my larynx when I'm drunk.
Life Epiphany- I need to have children so I can be the drunk grandma at family functions. Its my destiny.
I remember doing shots of gin, then I have this strange memory of us making out in the womens room at waffle house.
I regret none of it.
Well his arms broken so they only cuffed his good wrist to his belt. That's how he cast smacked me in custody.
So what kind of fun pills do we have for the amusement park tomorrow?
Turns out that Irishman put my panties under his pillow afterward. Thanks?
I have no regard for my liver, you should know this.
Just saw a hotel with a bunch of mattresses in the parking lot. Made me think of you.
If history is any guide, his morals are no match for my tits
He made me promise not to describe his penis in detail to you....oops.
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