So, right as I'm cumming, I pull out and go "PYEW PYEW" like Star Wars lasers. Best part is, I missed her completely.
Just told him about my threesome. if that doesn't make him want to date me nothing will.
she just blew up the empty bag of wine and used it as a floatation device.
This is the most scared i've been of my hands since i did shrooms.
The door opens out but somehow she managed to kick it in..
It's a strange mix of shame and pride every time I pee at the bar and still see my lipstick on the bathroom wall...
So to recap Superbowl Sunday - I won $100, bumped into the anti-christ and his cult, met a guy in a kilt and a wican, then got invited to a gayguy afterhours party.
Gonna be tough to beat that next year!
I'm truly not mad that he's at a strip club, it's that he couldn't look far enough into the future to figure out how to get himself home from one
My stripper pole led lights flash with the sound so it's awsome with music
I kept having to give myself encouraging advice like, "you know how a path works"
Your choices in alcohol this weekend are thoroughly disappointing
My hand smells like rave and peanut butter.
lesbians are really intense tho, she made me take her eye makeup off and told me she was going to eat me for breakfast
Just come home. We will have sex and Taco Bell. I'm feeling wild, I put on temporary tattoos.
Whats a little breast milk between friends?
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