Pretty sure I just has te same conversation as you. He suggested I get, sell, and fuck the hoes, and once all was said and done, that I should refer afforementioned hoes to him, to perform felatio.
he is the anna nicole to my 90 year-old billionaire. i'm grateful that he's fucking me, so i'm buying him shit.
I don't think requesting him as a BBM contact is proper protocol following vomming in his bed.
her and i fucked to a michael jackson song and she had it memorized so she squealed every time he did
she told me to hold the wheel while she hung out the sunroof and cursed the old lady behind us out.
Apparently she came home completely covered in mud, pretending to be a bird...and she still had more sex than any of us this weekend.
Now one day I will be able to tell my children how a drag queen in a gay bar told mommy that bin laden was dead
Home. Hour long discussion with mom. Very frightened. Eating a sausage. Don't remember making it. Confused.
Sorry about that whole "setting your deck on fire" thing.
I've already agreed to hook up with 3 people tonight, and its not even 2:00 yet... I think this is what the path to success looks like.
We did shots with the Tupperware consultant last night. I'd say the night was a success.
I feel like vibrating beds are just synonymous with venereal diseases.
So like, boobs.
are you really going to start every conversation like that?
I'm not sure how to explain it, but I feel like our penises have a connection. Like long lost brothers. We're not even gay.
i feel as though me waking up and asking her if i went to the hospital was a sign that i was not okay
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