Hmm. I hear gunshots, car horns blaring, hear drunk white people screaming, and see about fifty status updates pertaining to the hawks. I guess they won.
she was eating donuts out of the garbage. enough said.
Using his name makes it all too personal. I refuse to get attached to this one. This is all about ass. He doesn't get a name.
It's a special occasion. Hence the 151.
the welcome home hickey he left on my boob is really gunna put a damper on the rest of my thanksgiving hook up plans with the rest of my ex's
Did you get any last night. I need to track my forever aloneness
You know i'm the father figure
Yeah the father who ate her out with me last night. Great dad
I normally need adult supervision or a babysitter, but I refuse to let someone keep me from making irresponsible and wrong decisions at the bar on my last bday ill ever have in texas
HIS BALLS ARE HEAVEN SENT FROM THE VELVET ANGLES.
We were so sore from having sex that we decided to fix it with more sex. It's the hair of the dog for sex hangover.
My next goal in this relationship is to teach my boyfriend that there are valid reasons to be fear of dolphins completely.
I'm now forever going to blame miss frizzle for making me the sexual deviant that I am today
Between the deep breathing and nipple piercings , I thought I was in the twilight zone
I just revenge puked in his shoes. This is gonna be a fun night :)
No. It's going to be "I'm mad that it took you so long to get over here" angry sex.
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