so last night was fun and all.. but you might want to get tested
just bought miller high life, hungry man dinners, and a bottle of lube. you win life, you win.
I wish I could get plan B off e-bay so it would be a secret and cheap.
IDK but this explains my bloody dashboard.
You know you need to hit the gym when you're not strong enough to get the cork outta the wine bottle. And you know you're a drunk when that's the only motivation to do exercises
sounds like it. if it makes you feel better i blew up a $75000 farm tractor last night.
Also, I'm going to TRY and be casual this weekend, but really, we need to be serious about equally dividing our time between party and bullshit.
And then I fed you egg rolls in bed as you were screaming I'm moving out
You can't do wine Netflix and blow jobs in the bed you've had since 5th grade with your parents downstairs
I'm currently trying to figure out a way to fill the bathtub up with mashed potatoes so when he comes over he'll know what's about to hit him..
There aren't enough words in the English language to fully describe how worried I am for your dick. And the rest of you, I suppose.
It's like the cookie assaulted me with being high.
Drank vodka clubs for 6 hours last night. Holy shit just realized that.
oh what is to come when my single life starts with a threesome?
I'd kiss your neck and collarbone and then run my tongue up your neck to just behind your ear
And then lightly kick the curve inside your ear
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