My grandpa is talking about laundry and he asked if i could run a "small hot load." Wow. I had to leave the room.
took 5 apple pie shots. caution: flames. not digestable.
even iPhones love lady gaga. everytime I type haha it trys to correct it to gaga. this is bullshit...
oh man. maybe i should puke on his dick? just to test how much he loves me?
he told me he expects me to keep the fangs on when i go down on him. presumptuous, yes, but man after my own heart.
He said to me this morning that we should finish these beers, go and get plan B then on the way back, go to the pub to celebrate the death of our baby. I love Manchester.
he told me my vagina was like a beautiful piece of salami
She's a virgin AND a minister's daughter. We're one schoolgirl outfit from the dear penthouse trifecta
asked the girl next to us on line to take a picture of us and she shared her bacardi. i love white people.
I feel like everything in this room is sweating
As usual, I had to fight him for his car keys. Though this time he made it to the valet garage. All the Hispanic attendants gathered around and watched. Felt like I was in a cock fight.
I've decided he is effectively a mouth, hands and cock held together by bad ideas and compliments, and I'm OK with that.
It's like jay gatsby himself preordained that our genitals meet again.
I mean go ahead and let your freak flag fly but if you could not fly it in my bed that would be great
Well we found Mark's missing underwear. They're pinned up on Mike's trophy wall.
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