I've been emailing with a woman. I don't think she's into me, but we've become sorta email buddies. I'm hoping to meet her because on her profile she states she's into 'fisting.' Frankly the thought kinda freaks me out but I'm dying to see what kind of woman is 1) into that and 2) admits it upfront.
I wana party with Kermit the frog, no wait. Fozzy the bear. He's probably a silly bitch when he's drunk.
Tostitos Scoops as shot glasses. Eat for chaser.
The cop refused to sing with us, even though he was as happy as we were that the tow truck finally showed up.
Remember the girl passed out in front of my fireplace?
We sat in his closet and drank four loko out of my camelbak for an hour in the dark. You tell me how my night went.
library dates and plan B? He is looking like a great catch.
When I woke up my bed had been moved to the middle of my living room, a hippie was spooning me on one side and a pile of cocaine on the other, did I go through a time warp or are we still in 2012?
I need a genital shamwow being this wet.
I'm giving head in a stairwell, I'll be back in a few minutes. I'm so ashamed.
I should be free tonight unless my 5 speed vibrator arrives in the mail today, than we might have scheduling conflicts.
I want to bone him until his eyes fall out
He's hot....knda sweaty, drunk smells like feet....but he's hung like a whale....so in other words totally your type
PLEASE AT LEAST MEOW SO I KNOW YOU AREN'T DEAD
sorry bout the carpet, but you DID call it "blackout punch" not "don't vom on my floor punch"
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