After work we went home to fool around. Turns out he had sawdust under his foreskin. I'm never going down on him again.
so i used to love airports for the escalators... now its the bars... then the escalators after the bars
The answer to your question is yes. I am wearing a star of david to the bar in order attract a jewish man.
Just realized my talking to the tv hockey voice is same as my sex voice. Life just got a whole lot weirder.
No one even knew you were hurt until we saw the multiple cuts to prove it, and when we asked what happened all you could say was "I fell out"
My afternoon will now be spent googling genital warts. I think my life is over.
I am trapped in a bar with french tattooed drug dealers who also blow glass art. Just in case this is bad, know what happened.
The chick who threw the party was all pissed cause she thought I made out with her boyfriend. Admittedly, I did, but she was throwing up and crying at the time so she really can't be that mad.
What happens at the gay bar stays at the gay bar. Except that I sold my panties for $100. People should know that.
I cried at the bouncer while saying I wished he was my father... They had no idea what to do with me.
That sad moment when even your drug dealer lands a summer internship and you don't...
I'm treating this like a real date. My boobs aren't even out.
I'm so proud, I have tears
"Accidentally" bump into him after class.
I'm gonna "accidentally" put his dick in my mouth.
We are not having sex in the fucking kindergarten
will a lunchtime blow job make it better?
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