Dude. I just woke up without a shirt or bra on. Apparently I fell asleep with a quesadilla in my mouth. I can feel my liver hating me.
So explain to me again how you wake up next to a Brazilian model and I wake up next to a turkey sub? And a jar of grey poupon.
My place. Tomorrow Night. Bring your liver, and something for it to do.
Ross. Joey. Chandler. Who would you do?
my phone is just a graveyard for last nights mistakes. at least it's giving me hints as to where i was though, i'm like carmen sandiego
Lots of explosions. Minor nudity. Full penetration and lots of tuxedos.
I feel like I just need to fuck him after all his effort. like a "hey man good try" like those kids who get last place and still get a trophy.
I no longer exist. I have transformed into a puddle of sex.
I may or may not be setting up an encounter with a foot fetishist just because I'm curious.
Now with the essential back story, I can empathize. Sorry about your beer and butthole.
I'd climb him like a horny MILF spider monkey.
Would it be totally wrong, that in honor of princess leias death, I role played as her??
Also I think I set a new personal record. Definitely slept with him less than 45 minutes after meeting him. Oh god my life.
Just imagine a dick squawking like a parrot
Didn't think I'd be dancing with the Power Rangers but here I am
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