I made myself breakfast and everything and then whoever's house it actually was came downstairs very upset.
We're doing the donut challenge later. How many can we fit on his erect penis. Needless to say we get along well.
Your therapist is not going to think that you using your vagina as revenge is okay
Exactly. Because my vagina can't be consoled with words. It requires a thicker form of communication
Nothing like cleaning dried puke off your floor to make you feel like you've failed as an adult.
Side note... I would pay good money to have witnessed the reaction of onlookers as I sprinted down Armtiage with a 15 lb bag of peanuts under my arm
She's dressed as a slutty goth schoolgirl. Those are my three favorite things. God himself could not give me whiskey dick.
Seriously. We gorilla glued our hands together. Eating pizza last night was impossible.
Gonna open a taco bell in colorado. Millions bro.
I just replaced the poop spray with an air horn... Now we wait!
I bought new panties to console myself ... you know, because I am going to lose my ovaries. Well, if I don't die of a heart attack first. But at least when the EMS folks find me, I'll be finely dressed from the waist down.
He was asleep with his head on a windowsill and you were petting his head, then you almost left the kitchen and then went back to pet him some more.
People will say "JOE YOU MUST TURN DOWN" and I will refuse, in the name of liberty.
cake and sex. what better combination is there.
Don't take a pillow from my bed. You don't know which ones of them my vagina has been on
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