i do some of my deepest thinking on my wednesday morning walks of shame
any interest in drunk sledding later? if not, any interest in driving me to the hospital later?
She. Own s my pussycat. Roxk it like. The sun hitting the horizon
Nah I'm perfectly content solely banging the married bartender once a week.
That's practically a relationship for you
I'm the saddest girl in a tutu right now.
P.s. remind me to tell you about the porno that Paul envisioned starring you. It's wizard of oz themed.
Until you find your self finger banging supergirl in the middle of the dance floor while her friends are passing around for luigi mustache for a photo op, YOU HAVE NOT HIT MY LEVEL
Except if I'm having sex. In which case you're in the bed with us or out of the room. No halfsie participation.
Eh maybe I should give her a chance. Let's see where making a porno takes the friendship
multitasking: i'm now sitting up and smoking my joint.
When are you going to accept the fact he is gay?
Come on... He's just practicing.
Ok. That's acceptable.
We poured all the Fireball on the Slip and Slide and long story short I have two black eyes.
Oh you know just explaining sexual consent to a drunk 80 year old man. How is this my life?
He told me I remind him of his ex girlfriend but in a better more advanced way..
If it's any consolation she turned out to be has a collection of clown dolls she talks to crazy. And the cops knew why I was calling when she key locked the door from inside.
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