I'll bet she douches with gravy.
absolutely not. he will always be that kid that threw up a ham and cheese sandwich in fourth grade to me.
So she comes up to me at the end of the night and asks me if I going to take her home and fuck her. I pretty much had to right?
you had an obligation.
Everything smells like syrup. But I guess that's better than last time when everything smelled like beer.
If we have to be apart I understand. Being separated is probably best for our relationship now. I look forward to our booty calls.
so im sitting outside the gym eating a 20 piece nugget stoned out of my mind, convincing myself this is more productive because im so close to the treadmills.
like he said he was barking at you while cumming in your face
U were yelling that I wasn't generous or supportive. Then you kneeled and said this weird prayer about the windows and doors of your life.
I think it was the free bomb shots from the creepy bolivians that sent us over the edge
Haha yeah this costume is worse than I imagined. I look more like a gothic hooker who caters specifically to creepy men with doll fetishes
Who wants vodka and apple sauce
If you're mature enough to fuck him you're mature enough to tell him you don't want a relationship come on
His face matches his life choices. Both are train wrecks.
Now you can NEVER tell anyone that on thanksgiving I took a selfie of my pussy to prove they don't get worse with babies.
Having a bangable neighbor is going to ruin my booty call game. I refuse to go across town for dick now
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