Well you will be happy to know that aaron carter hit on me
I just saw how many times I called you last night. You're welcome.
And when I look at him, I just want him to say "I love you" in between deep thrusts and hard grunts.
it's circumsized.
I think this conversation is over.
Appropriately today was the first time I've ever GTL'd. I can't believe I made fun of this,it's rather relaxing.
all i remeber is falling off a fence and banging him in the middle of the street, not sure which one gave me this cut
at the time it didn't seem likely that you would ever find the cake in your underwear
At this point can I suggest a mail away bride. You judge Nick but you are a strange dude and that may be your ticket.
You disappeared for 10 minutes. Then came back with nothing but your boxers and a life jacket on to tell us we were all screwed when the flood came and you would be the only survivor.
Is it frowned upon to bring a flask to the er?
Side note: the physics of a guy my size and age getting laid in the backseat of a Toyota Camry are absolutely staggering
I'm literally beginning to think that my sex dreams are prophesies
All I want is a wedding with a dress and a veil and where I can go and my cat can go.
Dashing through the vodka, in a tinder swiping rage, all the fuck boys get a no, laughing all the way.
You think I could convince him that having sex with another girl isn't cheating?
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