So im pretty sure the object of my emotional onterest is tired of playing with me....
Omg. Never. Take a laxative the day you are going on. A date.
the jail released me with 39 mardi gras beads. I need details.
I woke up in a house cuddled up with a beagle on a futon. have no idea who anyone is but they all call me stretch. yeaaahhh boiiiiii
He kissed my cheek and I could smell it the whole way home like shit
She made me cum so hard I couldn't hear for half an hour after
I'm going to be blunt here. I don't actually care what you're doing tonight. I just need to know if I need to shave or not.
It was perfect I came I passed out in his comfortable bed then a glass of jack Daniels fell from the bed post and spilled all over my face
we made it to hole 3 and then just sat down on the fairway and finished off our case....cheered on other golfers as we let them play through.
I'll still trying to understand the context of your "punch her with my cock" comment.
It's my coworker's last day party and I'm the one who ended up shitfaced on the train with half a bottle of belvedere in my bag.
Missing both credit cards and just had a flashback of grinding my nuts on the terrified cab driver for amusement. i am feeling a slight hate for myself right now.
He's short and fat and honestly I think he's what my self esteem was made for
he wouldnt let me in bed until i took off all the stickers i was covered in
I never thought I'd be on my couch watching Star Trek, getting my tits rubbed while crying.
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