thank you for a lively/lovely evening :)
should have blown me.
I think the universe is against us being together. Or maybe it's just god's way of telling me there is a bigger dick out there for me.
God gave me these boobs for a reason other than for people to throw things down them.
we talked for like an hour, i feel like we really bonded. i mean i was simultaneously giving him head but you get the point.
He has in a pan: ten pieces of bacon, two cloves of garlic, an egg (not scrambled or hard boiled, just an egg) and frozen corn.
I vaguely remember stopping for a bag of bugles and some lube and then I woke up this morning with melted chocolate on my hands. I think I love him
I am not working on the very first day I can throw up alcohol that I legally bought and drank.
Sushi was just eaten off my naked body. I feel like I can die in peace now.
You were discovered in a bush, smoking, and singing "in the jungle" to yourself. Which explains the scratches, but not the orange paint.
Should I have spent my entire pay check on Crown Royal and LSD? No. Do I regret it? Also, no.
So, what my linguistics project should really be called is "I happen to sleep/makeout with a lot of bilinguals and am now using them to help me graduate"
I'm worried about your health. And your boobs. Actually, health, then boobs. Health first, boobs second. And third.
That's not "anything", that's you deep throating a mozzarella stick.
This kid wants me to stop partying. Like I have only known you for 5 days. Chill.
summer in europe = liver of steel
I accept that challenge.
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