I don't know. The next thing I remember we were in the walmart parking lot making out.
Ok see being that I'm not present or participating your vague texts "neeeeed that" and "vagina" leave a lot to question.
There's a man in a pumpkin/reaper outfit advertising a new head shop outside the Taco Bell. I love this town.
I had such a pleasant walk of shame. The sun was shining, I smiled at all the high school suckers who judged me on their way to school, and I made friends with an old guy and his dog.
Look, the fact that I didn't kick him out and rip your clothes off speaks very highly of me.
I really shouldn't be this use to hearing "YOURE THAT GIRL?!?!"
I didnt finish. My brain kept playing the duck tales theme thru the entire blow job
Got drunk and passed out flintstone vitamins to everyone at the bar. I'm just so god damn motherly
I currently look like a drunken mermaid, god I love beach parties.
Just a suggestion, don't apricot scrub your vagina.
Sorry I peed on your ottoman
Someone keeps hanging up bible verse posters in the bathroom stall I masturbate in at work.
There is a woman in the stall next to me giving a pep talk to her daughter that wants to call off her wedding. I'm afraid to pee!
The car smells like weed is an understatement.
Finally hooked up with Ryan. Now I know why they call him “Beast Mode”. So. Many. Orgasms.
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