She had hickeys... what's up with that?? HAHAHA
just sold my soul for a pack of cigaroos. little do they know they got the short end of the deal. suckers.
Yeah next time you are over I'll let you beat it on her pillows and you will feel better.
Why do you proceed to call me "Queen La Queefah?"
I mean, it really isn't YOUR car until you have sex in it.
My new excuse for sleeping with him was in celebration of his cat's birthday.
If letting him bang me while i'm wearing reindeer antlers and a painted red nose isn't the christmas spirit, I dont know what is
All that matters is I got the megaphone home safely
Picture this: me driving down 183 throwing up into a towel. I just hit rock bottom.
He let him chew on his fu man chew. The man has the patience of a saint
My head is pounding and I need an ice pack for my vag. Successful friendsgiving!
We should give each other good-luck-on-your-finals head in the morning.
Remember when you fed me goldfish while I was -inside- of someone?
I think he has some internal "man stuff" that keeps getting in the way.
Like alcoholism and general douchbagary.
I kept my extra Molly pill in my wallet in the change part, that's also where I keep my body jewelry while I'm working. The nose ring punctured the pill essentially coating itself in MDMA. My nose ring is back in my nose. This could be entertaining
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