Our relationship is like that beach boys song "help me Rhonda" and I'm fucking Rhonda. And Rhondas's the whore in case you've never heard it.
think im gonna go get a six pack before class and sit in the back of the room...
the level of his annoyance + every insult he makes = the closer I am to telling him im fucking his ex
Note to self. Champagne flavored lube is neither as tasty nor as classy as one might think.
Walked into a liquor store bleeding. That kind of night.
I researched the whole pregnancy breast feeding with piercings. I think you dont have to worry about the trifecta milk spraying thing.
Her legal name is Candy. Her being a whore is implied.
just puked a little into my hand/sleeve. way too hungover for the first day of class
You kind of have a nervous, desperate thing going on that isn't exactly catnip for bitches
I'm about to fuck a girl in an old school Tony Kukoc Bulls jersey. About to earn my third championship ring in sex
He's not put together enough to have that big of a dick
you know my pussy doesn't know between good and evil
Question: the touchscreen on my phone randomly quit working, do you think this could be a latent reaction from me peeing on my phone last weekend?
Sitting in the dr office she literally looked at my throat and goes have you been having oral intercourse
Coworker just walked in thirty minutes late reeking like weed and clutching a handful of scratch-off tickets. Also, there’s still a stripper pole in my office. Happy Wednesday!
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