no more stoned jack in the box. this is the third night in a row.
That's because you're a slut. A slut fucking a fence.
I feel the need to point out that one of the items on my to-do list for the day is "don't throw up" I have no concept of normal
Ummm. I just wanna say this now: Don't let me invite the band back to the apartment to see my stripper pole.
I bought you a small gift as a preemptive apology for being a drunken slut tonight.
I just had a flash of me drinking straight vodka out of a condom...
new costume idea. paint swatches and a ball gag... I'll be 50 shades of grey.
Brunch got away from me. I might be a little high.
I may or may not be setting up an encounter with a foot fetishist just because I'm curious.
I kinda wanna drive through the Gator bar parking lot and seeing if my panties are on they ground, they should be right next to my pride...
so then the cop took one last hit off our blunt and then drove off in his car and we just all stood there thinking, yea... that just happened...
She was so happy for me that she insisted I fuck her with my Bills jersey on. THAT ACCOMMODATING
How much glitter would I have to ingest in order for a "magnificent" amount to appear in my ejaculate?
I cant miss out on a half day of work without a booty call
You came into the club around midnight with a carton of tropicana o.j. & said you were starting a revolution.
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