Marg and I just meaowed the nat anthem. I was tenor.
'm tripping baaaaaaaaaaaaaaas
i need a wealthy benefactor or a cocktail job. or to start stripping. or kill myself. whatever.
I told him we couldn't have sex because I was ovulating and "I come from fertile people."
HOnestly. That's my one goal for this whole trip. I don't give a shit about souvenirs or sand. I want penis.
you can SEE the outline of a pad through her jeans. there is no way
John stretched a condom over his face and tried to puke in it.
Going to the market. I need some nachos and a serious re-evalution of my life.
I mean it was like cry my eyes out or masturbate in my moms bathroom.
Solid teamwork gives us a good shout of both bringing home trophy cougs
If your plan is to re-bang every girl you banged in high school - you're gonna need a spread sheet and clip board.
Are you up yet? I really want to know if i tried sleeping in a field... i have the vaguest memory of trying to
not even kidding I just received the single most greatest head I have ever had.. It was unreal. It was like stick my dick into a silk bag of puppy ears.
She just got on the scale. frowned, got off and took off her pants and then got back on
I was too lazy to get my chapstick out of my purse so i lubed up my lips with pizza grease. On a scale of 1-10 how embarassed should i be?
They cut me off when I tried to pee in the corner of the bar.
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