whjeg hajt iyt
say what?
wanna hang out?
Hey, what are you up to?
Drinking wine with the guys and watching 7 Pounds.
Looking back I guess I could have changed that to beer and Die Hard.
its simple. when his lips are on my clitoris i want to marry him. when they are speaking i want to kill him.
He was sitting at the table eating ice and said, "I'm pretty sure everyone in my family has nipples."
I have no recollection of sleep choking you
Not sure why, but I was running back and forth across the road. Cab hit me and gave us a free ride home.
and then we all passionately sang "what if god was one of us" until everyone passed out in the grass
I told her my hands were paint brushes and her vagina was my canvas
he just kept repeating "those were some pretty nipple-y tits" over and over the rest of the night
Now we're discussing the sex we had and the later lack thereof. It's like marriage counseling via snapchat.
i feel sensations at the ends of my beard. Either I am super high. Or my face has accepted my beard and I completed my transformation to Mecca
Sorry for trying to baptize you last night
You knew the entire thing in Latin I was so impressed
I'm going to make a stack of pancakes and fuck it. Right now.
I mean...he danced with his dick still inside of me. What more could a girl ask for?
Don't come up here. Strippers r crying.
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