The next morning she woke up and asked who I was and where she was.
Apparently it costs $70 to clean vomit off the side of our apartment building.
in my lab write-up should i mention that i watered my plant with tequila?
I think my vagina was keeping me fat all these years out of self preservation. It's like she knew what would happen if I lost the weight.
it will be an insanely irresponsible summer.the only things i plan on not doing are dying and getting pregnant.and even those are negotiable
I'm not sure, 7-8, the last bit was a rush of at least three blended together. Basically you fucked me so stupid that I can't even recall the number of orgasms.
So you know, I'm making that my facebook status.
I may or may not be taking a bath listening to the Phantom of the Opera. This lovely moment brought to you by xanax.
I have no idea. But I feel like I could climb a mountain and then have sex on it.
Also I feel that I would be a hell of a sled dog operator.
You got kicked out after 30 minutes, 3 beers and 2 shots. Group record. Also you kept rubbing his belly and calling him buddha.
WHITE RUSSIAN BREAKFAST CEREAL.
You slept on a pillow of digiorno
I guess I just don't understand how the two main issues with your ex involve a cock ring and a Christmas tree
You need to stop vomiting in the washing machine, bro. For real this time.
He's got a big dick, a steady job and tells me I'm pretty. There is litterally nothing else I look for I a guy.
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