So I just did the walk of shame at dunkin... A lady told me me I was really dressed up and I told her I was going to a luncheon.
suddenly SuperBad didn't seem so funny anymore...she did have her period on my leg.
if she leaves who will i have to secretly talk about behind thier back
ok so hold on... from what i hear... thank you... i'm sorry... and your welcome.
Stop making excuses. You can be here in 5 and cumming in 10
we decided it was best to cut you off after we caught you trying to "baptize" my cat in the jungle juice
Not to make her into that kind of girl, but she did have a condom mural
I also love beards. The playoffs are like christmas for my vagina.
it's like if youve been living with the grinch for 15 yrs and then santa shows up with a big gift begging to fuck the christmas spirit back into you. no one can say no to santa.
My stalker sent me an erotic poem. Who knew anyone could find a way to rhyme birth and girth so eloquently?
Nothing like being buzzed at 10:20am off wine shots in Amish country
If I can ever get control of my legs I will be home. Thanks... and again sorry about your bed.
It would be weird sobbing cry sex.
I also told the bartender he probably had a beautiful spleen
I don't care. It's wine Wednesday get your gameface on.
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