yes i saw that this morning. it was my mailbox.
Fiestas. Its like a classier verson of mardi gras.
it wasnt like "sexy" or whatever. like...she was smiling just standing there butt ass naked
tasteful.
You took a fire extinguisher off the wall in the hallway to play Ghostbusters.
I'm just saying, asking "Are you happy with me?" during a handjob is simply unfair and scientifically inadmissiable.
I got kicked out of the men's bathroom at the diner last night because i was straddling the sink attempting to pee with pants on. Beat that.
So this is where people who peaked in high school come to drink?
I Pavlov-trained him by smacking him in the nuts anytime I caught him looking at another girl in public. To this day, he's afraid to break eye contact with me in a restaurant if a tall busty blonde walks in.
It must suffice lest there secretly exist a picture of me walking out of the ocean at midnight naked and half mast with a sea urchin on my ass
I also love my swipe to text changed a singular vagina to a plural vaginas. like my phone somehow knows I secretly want 2 vaginas
I tolerate his mediocre drunk sex for the mind blowing morning sex. More than worth it.
I showed him my machete and then we made out in the kitchen
In the event that Ian's ex wife asks you, tell her I'm sweet snd innocent. No reason.
In the officer's defense, I was indeed pantless at the time he cuffed me, but there's a perfectly good explanation.
Ladies night is a gift from god. If it weren't for that, I'd probably be selling my eggs for booze money.
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