I started eating hot dogs at a young age. The more I ate them, the more I felt a tingle between my thighs, but I never knew why. One day, my friend Rachel said “you know what, those hot dogs can do other things besides fill your belly.” I was intrigued, but I didn’t know what to say besides “oh ok.” Then when I finally joined my sorority, a girl saw me cooking hot dog one night at like 3am. She tapped me on the shoulder and said “have fun you nasty nelly.” I recoiled in shock. “Are you calling me FAT?!?” I yelled at her. “No, I thought you were lonely and looking for warm, meaty fun on this cold Alabama winter night.”
“Fun…” I said in a quite quizzical manner, “what do you mean by that?” She gave me a strange look, like I had just wiped my tampon under her nose. “You know, when you put the pickle where it tickles.” I was shocked but excited at the idea of a hot dog exploring my loins. “Haha, you’re funny, but I’m hungry and my (non-existent) boyfriend satisfies me plenty. Well, I’m super tired, good night!”
I ran to my room like an Olympic sprinter, making sure there was no time for the hot dog to get cold. I slowly peeled off my underpants and took a deep breathe. I was ready to lose my virginity. I took the hot dog and slowly slid it inside me, being careful not to hurt my tenders. Sadly, before I could get any real joy or rhythm going, the hot dog burst and filled me with salty water right after we began (like all my later encounters with men.) I decided I would get my meaty love one way or another, so I ate the remnants and went to bed. I love you hot dogs!
I started eating hot dogs at a young age. The more I ate them, the more I felt a tingle between my thighs, but I never knew why. One day, my friend Rachel said “you know what, those hot dogs can do other things besides fill your belly.” I was intrigued, but I didn’t know what to say besides “oh ok.” Then when I finally joined my sorority, a girl saw me cooking hot dog one night at like 3am. She tapped me on the shoulder and said “have fun you nasty nelly.” I recoiled in shock. “Are you calling me FAT?!?” I yelled at her. “No, I thought you were lonely and looking for warm, meaty fun on this cold Alabama winter night.”
“Fun…” I said in a quite quizzical manner, “what do you mean by that?” She gave me a strange look, like I had just wiped my tampon under her nose. “You know, when you put the pickle where it tickles.” I was shocked but excited at the idea of a hot dog exploring my loins. “Haha, you’re funny, but I’m hungry and my (non-existent) boyfriend satisfies me plenty. Well, I’m super tired, good night!”
I ran to my room like an Olympic sprinter, making sure there was no time for the hot dog to get cold. I slowly peeled off my underpants and took a deep breathe. I was ready to lose my virginity. I took the hot dog and slowly slid it inside me, being careful not to hurt my tenders. Sadly, before I could get any real joy or rhythm going, the hot dog burst and filled me with salty water right after we began (like all my later encounters with men.) I decided I would get my meaty love one way or another, so I ate the remnants and went to bed. I love you hot dogs!
I started eating hot dogs at a young age. The more I ate them, the more I felt a tingle between my thighs, but I never knew why. One day, my friend Rachel said “you know what, those hot dogs can do other things besides fill your belly.” I was intrigued, but I didn’t know what to say besides “oh ok.” Then when I finally joined my sorority, a girl saw me cooking hot dog one night at like 3am. She tapped me on the shoulder and said “have fun you nasty nelly.” I recoiled in shock. “Are you calling me FAT?!?” I yelled at her. “No, I thought you were lonely and looking for warm, meaty fun on this cold Alabama winter night.”
“Fun…” I said in a quite quizzical manner, “what do you mean by that?” She gave me a strange look, like I had just wiped my tampon under her nose. “You know, when you put the pickle where it tickles.” I was shocked but excited at the idea of a hot dog exploring my loins. “Haha, you’re funny, but I’m hungry and my (non-existent) boyfriend satisfies me plenty. Well, I’m super tired, good night!”
I ran to my room like an Olympic sprinter, making sure there was no time for the hot dog to get cold. I slowly peeled off my underpants and took a deep breathe. I was ready to lose my virginity. I took the hot dog and slowly slid it inside me, being careful not to hurt my tenders. Sadly, before I could get any real joy or rhythm going, the hot dog burst and filled me with salty water right after we began (like all my later encounters with men.) I decided I would get my meaty love one way or another, so I ate the remnants and went to bed. I love you hot dogs!
I started eating hot dogs at a young age. The more I ate them, the more I felt a tingle between my thighs, but I never knew why. One day, my friend Rachel said “you know what, those hot dogs can do other things besides fill your belly.” I was intrigued, but I didn’t know what to say besides “oh ok.” Then when I finally joined my sorority, a girl saw me cooking hot dog one night at like 3am. She tapped me on the shoulder and said “have fun you nasty nelly.” I recoiled in shock. “Are you calling me FAT?!?” I yelled at her. “No, I thought you were lonely and looking for warm, meaty fun on this cold Alabama winter night.”
“Fun…” I said in a quite quizzical manner, “what do you mean by that?” She gave me a strange look, like I had just wiped my tampon under her nose. “You know, when you put the pickle where it tickles.” I was shocked but excited at the idea of a hot dog exploring my loins. “Haha, you’re funny, but I’m hungry and my (non-existent) boyfriend satisfies me plenty. Well, I’m super tired, good night!”
I ran to my room like an Olympic sprinter, making sure there was no time for the hot dog to get cold. I slowly peeled off my underpants and took a deep breathe. I was ready to lose my virginity. I took the hot dog and slowly slid it inside me, being careful not to hurt my tenders. Sadly, before I could get any real joy or rhythm going, the hot dog burst and filled me with salty water right after we began (like all my later encounters with men.) I decided I would get my meaty love one way or another, so I ate the remnants and went to bed. I love you hot dogs!
I started eating hot dogs at a young age. The more I ate them, the more I felt a tingle between my thighs, but I never knew why. One day, my friend Rachel said “you know what, those hot dogs can do other things besides fill your belly.” I was intrigued, but I didn’t know what to say besides “oh ok.” Then when I finally joined my sorority, a girl saw me cooking hot dog one night at like 3am. She tapped me on the shoulder and said “have fun you nasty nelly.” I recoiled in shock. “Are you calling me FAT?!?” I yelled at her. “No, I thought you were lonely and looking for warm, meaty fun on this cold Alabama winter night.”
“Fun…” I said in a quite quizzical manner, “what do you mean by that?” She gave me a strange look, like I had just wiped my tampon under her nose. “You know, when you put the pickle where it tickles.” I was shocked but excited at the idea of a hot dog exploring my loins. “Haha, you’re funny, but I’m hungry and my (non-existent) boyfriend satisfies me plenty. Well, I’m super tired, good night!”
I ran to my room like an Olympic sprinter, making sure there was no time for the hot dog to get cold. I slowly peeled off my underpants and took a deep breathe. I was ready to lose my virginity. I took the hot dog and slowly slid it inside me, being careful not to hurt my tenders. Sadly, before I could get any real joy or rhythm going, the hot dog burst and filled me with salty water right after we began (like all my later encounters with men.) I decided I would get my meaty love one way or another, so I ate the remnants and went to bed. I love you hot dogs!
I started eating hot dogs at a young age. The more I ate them, the more I felt a tingle between my thighs, but I never knew why. One day, my friend Rachel said “you know what, those hot dogs can do other things besides fill your belly.” I was intrigued, but I didn’t know what to say besides “oh ok.” Then when I finally joined my sorority, a girl saw me cooking hot dog done night at like 3am. She tapped me on the shoulder and said “have fun you nasty nelly.” I recoiled in shock. “Are you calling me FAT?!?” I yelled at her. “No, I thought you were lonely and looking for warm, meaty fun on this cold Alabama winter night.”
“Fun…” I said in a quite quizzical manner, “what do you mean by that?” She gave me a strange look, like I had just wiped my tampon under her nose. “You know, when you put the pickle where it tickles.” I was shocked but excited at the idea of a hot dog exploring my loins. “Haha, you’re funny, but I’m hungry and my (non-existent) boyfriend satisfies me plenty. Well, I’m super tired, good night!”
I ran to my room like an Olympic sprinter, making sure there was no time for the hot dog to get cold. I slowly peeled off my underpants and took a deep breathe. I was ready to lose my virginity. I took the hot dog and slowly slid it inside me, being careful not to hurt my tenders. Sadly, before I could get any real joy or rhythm going, the hot dog burst and filled me with salty water right after we began (like all my later encounters with men.) I decided I would get my meaty love one way or another, so I ate the remnants and went to bed. I love you hot dogs!
I started eating hot dogs at a young age. The more I ate them, the more I felt a tingle between my thighs, but I never knew why. One day, my friend Rachel said “you know what, those hot dogs can do other things besides fill your belly.” I was intrigued, but I didn’t know what to say besides “oh ok.” Then when I finally joined my sorority, a girl saw me cooking hot dog done night at like 3am. She tapped me on the shoulder and said “have fun you nasty nelly.” I recoiled in shock. “Are you calling me FAT?!?” I yelled at her. “No, I thought you were lonely and looking for warm, meaty fun on this cold Alabama winter night.”
“Fun…” I said in a quite quizzical manner, “what do you mean by that?” She gave me a strange look, like I had just wiped my tampon under her nose. “You know, when you put the pickle where it tickles.” I was shocked but excited at the idea of a hot dog exploring my loins. “Haha, you’re funny, but I’m hungry and my (non-existent) boyfriend satisfies me plenty. Well, I’m super tired, good night!”
I ran to my room like an Olympic sprinter, making sure there was no time for the hot dog to get cold. I slowly peeled off my underpants and took a deep breathe. I was ready to lose my virginity. I took the hot dog and slowly slid it inside me, being careful not to hurt my tenders. Sadly, before I could get any real joy or rhythm going, the hot dog burst and filled me with salty water right after we began (like all my later encounters with men.) I decided I would get my meaty love one way or another, so I ate the remnants and went to bed. I love you hot dogs!
How I Learned To Love Hot Dogs.
I started eating hot dogs at a young age. The more I ate them, the more I felt a tingle between my thighs, but I never knew why. One day, my friend Rachel said “you know what, those hot dogs can do other things besides fill your belly.” I was intrigued, but I didn’t know what to say besides “oh ok.” Then when I finally joined my sorority, a girl saw me cooking hot dog one night at like 3am. She tapped me on the shoulder and said “have fun you nasty nelly.” I recoiled in shock. “Are you calling me FAT?!?” I yelled at her. “No, I thought you were lonely and looking for warm, meaty fun on this cold Alabama winter night.”
“Fun…” I said in a quite quizzical manner, “what do you mean by that?” She gave me a strange look, like I had just wiped my tampon under her nose. “You know, when you put the pickle where it tickles.” I was shocked but excited at the idea of a hot dog exploring my loins. “Haha, you’re funny, but I’m hungry and my (non-existent) boyfriend satisfies me plenty. Well, I’m super tired, good night!”
I ran to my room like an Olympic sprinter, making sure there was no time for the hot dog to get cold. I slowly peeled off my underpants and took a deep breathe. I was ready to lose my virginity. I took the hot dog and slowly slid it inside me, being careful not to hurt my tenders. Sadly, before I could get any real joy or rhythm going, the hot dog burst and filled me with salty water right after we began (like all my later encounters with men.) I decided I would get my meaty love one way or another, so I ate the remnants and went to bed. I love you hot dogs!
How I Learned To Love Hot Dogs.
I started eating hot dogs at a young age. The more I ate them, the more I felt a tingle between my thighs, but I never knew why. One day, my friend Rachel said “you know what, those hot dogs can do other things besides fill your belly.” I was intrigued, but I didn’t know what to say besides “oh ok.” Then when I finally joined my sorority, a girl saw me cooking hot dog one night at like 3am. She tapped me on the shoulder and said “have fun you nasty nelly.” I recoiled in shock. “Are you calling me FAT?!?” I yelled at her. “No, I thought you were lonely and looking for warm, meaty fun on this cold Alabama winter night.”
“Fun…” I said in a quite quizzical manner, “what do you mean by that?” She gave me a strange look, like I had just wiped my tampon under her nose. “You know, when you put the pickle where it tickles.” I was shocked but excited at the idea of a hot dog exploring my loins. “Haha, you’re funny, but I’m hungry and my (non-existent) boyfriend satisfies me plenty. Well, I’m super tired, good night!”
I ran to my room like an Olympic sprinter, making sure there was no time for the hot dog to get cold. I slowly peeled off my underpants and took a deep breathe. I was ready to lose my virginity. I took the hot dog and slowly slid it inside me, being careful not to hurt my tenders. Sadly, before I could get any real joy or rhythm going, the hot dog burst and filled me with salty water right after we began (like all my later encounters with men.) I decided I would get my meaty love one way or another, so I ate the remnants and went to bed. I love you hot dogs!
How I Learned To Love Hot Dogs.
I started eating hot dogs at a young age. The more I ate them, the more I felt a tingle between my thighs, but I never knew why. One day, my friend Rachel said “you know what, those hot dogs can do other things besides fill your belly.” I was intrigued, but I didn’t know what to say besides “oh ok.” Then when I finally joined my sorority, a girl saw me cooking hot dog one night at like 3am. She tapped me on the shoulder and said “have fun you nasty nelly.” I recoiled in shock. “Are you calling me FAT?!?” I yelled at her. “No, I thought you were lonely and looking for warm, meaty fun on this cold Alabama winter night.”
“Fun…” I said in a quite quizzical manner, “what do you mean by that?” She gave me a strange look, like I had just wiped my tampon under her nose. “You know, when you put the pickle where it tickles.” I was shocked but excited at the idea of a hot dog exploring my loins. “Haha, you’re funny, but I’m hungry and my (non-existent) boyfriend satisfies me plenty. Well, I’m super tired, good night!”
I ran to my room like an Olympic sprinter, making sure there was no time for the hot dog to get cold. I slowly peeled off my underpants and took a deep breathe. I was ready to lose my virginity. I took the hot dog and slowly slid it inside me, being careful not to hurt my tenders. Sadly, before I could get any real joy or rhythm going, the hot dog burst and filled me with salty water right after we began (like all my later encounters with men.) I decided I would get my meaty love one way or another, so I ate the remnants and went to bed. I love you hot dogs!
How I Learned To Love Hot Dogs.
I started eating hot dogs at a young age. The more I ate them, the more I felt a tingle between my thighs, but I never knew why. One day, my friend Rachel said “you know what, those hot dogs can do other things besides fill your belly.” I was intrigued, but I didn’t know what to say besides “oh ok.” Then when I finally joined my sorority, a girl saw me cooking hot dog one night at like 3am. She tapped me on the shoulder and said “have fun you nasty nelly.” I recoiled in shock. “Are you calling me FAT?!?” I yelled at her. “No, I thought you were lonely and looking for warm, meaty fun on this cold Alabama winter night.”
“Fun…” I said in a quite quizzical manner, “what do you mean by that?” She gave me a strange look, like I had just wiped my tampon under her nose. “You know, when you put the pickle where it tickles.” I was shocked but excited at the idea of a hot dog exploring my loins. “Haha, you’re funny, but I’m hungry and my (non-existent) boyfriend satisfies me plenty. Well, I’m super tired, good night!”
I ran to my room like an Olympic sprinter, making sure there was no time for the hot dog to get cold. I slowly peeled off my underpants and took a deep breathe. I was ready to lose my virginity. I took the hot dog and slowly slid it inside me, being careful not to hurt my tenders. Sadly, before I could get any real joy or rhythm going, the hot dog burst and filled me with salty water right after we began (like all my later encounters with men.) I decided I would get my meaty love one way or another, so I ate the remnants and went to bed. I love you hot dogs!
How I Learned To Love Hot Dogs.
I started eating hot dogs at a young age. The more I ate them, the more I felt a tingle between my thighs, but I never knew why. One day, my friend Rachel said “you know what, those hot dogs can do other things besides fill your belly.” I was intrigued, but I didn’t know what to say besides “oh ok.” Then when I finally joined my sorority, a girl saw me cooking hot dog one night at like 3am. She tapped me on the shoulder and said “have fun you nasty nelly.” I recoiled in shock. “Are you calling me FAT?!?” I yelled at her. “No, I thought you were lonely and looking for warm, meaty fun on this cold Alabama winter night.”
“Fun…” I said in a quite quizzical manner, “what do you mean by that?” She gave me a strange look, like I had just wiped my tampon under her nose. “You know, when you put the pickle where it tickles.” I was shocked but excited at the idea of a hot dog exploring my loins. “Haha, you’re funny, but I’m hungry and my (non-existent) boyfriend satisfies me plenty. Well, I’m super tired, good night!”
I ran to my room like an Olympic sprinter, making sure there was no time for the hot dog to get cold. I slowly peeled off my underpants and took a deep breathe. I was ready to lose my virginity. I took the hot dog and slowly slid it inside me, being careful not to hurt my tenders. Sadly, before I could get any real joy or rhythm going, the hot dog burst and filled me with salty water right after we began (like all my later encounters with men.) I decided I would get my meaty love one way or another, so I ate the remnants and went to bed. I love you hot dogs!
How I Learned To Love Hot Dogs.
I started eating hot dogs at a young age. The more I ate them, the more I felt a tingle between my thighs, but I never knew why. One day, my friend Rachel said “you know what, those hot dogs can do other things besides fill your belly.” I was intrigued, but I didn’t know what to say besides “oh ok.” Then when I finally joined my sorority, a girl saw me cooking hot dog done night at like 3am. She tapped me on the shoulder and said “have fun you nasty nelly.” I recoiled in shock. “Are you calling me FAT?!?” I yelled at her. “No, I thought you were lonely and looking for warm, meaty fun on this cold Alabama winter night.”
“Fun…” I said in a quite quizzical manner, “what do you mean by that?” She gave me a strange look, like I had just wiped my tampon under her nose. “You know, when you put the pickle where it tickles.” I was shocked but excited at the idea of a hot dog exploring my loins. “Haha, you’re funny, but I’m hungry and my (non-existent) boyfriend satisfies me plenty. Well, I’m super tired, good night!”
I ran to my room like an Olympic sprinter, making sure there was no time for the hot dog to get cold. I slowly peeled off my underpants and took a deep breathe. I was ready to lose my virginity. I took the hot dog and slowly slid it inside me, being careful not to hurt my tenders. Sadly, before I could get any real joy or rhythm going, the hot dog burst and filled me with salty water right after we began (like all my later encounters with men.) I decided I would get my meaty love one way or another, so I ate the remnants and went to bed. I love you hot dogs!
How I Learned To Love Hot Dogs.
I started eating hot dogs at a young age. The more I ate them, the more I felt a tingle between my thighs, but I never knew why. One day, my friend Rachel said “you know what, those hot dogs can do other things besides fill your belly.” I was intrigued, but I didn’t know what to say besides “oh ok.” Then when I finally joined my sorority, a girl saw me cooking hot dog done night at like 3am. She tapped me on the shoulder and said “have fun you nasty nelly.” I recoiled in shock. “Are you calling me FAT?!?” I yelled at her. “No, I thought you were lonely and looking for warm, meaty fun on this cold Alabama winter night.”
“Fun…” I said in a quite quizzical manner, “what do you mean by that?” She gave me a strange look, like I had just wiped my tampon under her nose. “You know, when you put the pickle where it tickles.” I was shocked but excited at the idea of a hot dog exploring my loins. “Haha, you’re funny, but I’m hungry and my (non-existent) boyfriend satisfies me plenty. Well, I’m super tired, good night!”
I ran to my room like an Olympic sprinter, making sure there was no time for the hot dog to get cold. I slowly peeled off my underpants and took a deep breathe. I was ready to lose my virginity. I took the hot dog and slowly slid it inside me, being careful not to hurt my tenders. Sadly, before I could get any real joy or rhythm going, the hot dog burst and filled me with salty water right after we began (like all my later encounters with men.) I decided I would get my meaty love one way or another, so I ate the remnants and went to bed. I love you hot dogs!
What about “hey boi lemme smell yo diq” that gets me in most times
I did this once because I was constipated, worked well tbh if you didn’t mind getting a dirty stick.
Boobs.
You’re the big, Mrs. Cheesecakes
You suck ass bitch go get drunk and pretend to be a cool blogger more it’s funny
Wow I laughed SO hard! You a funny hoe aren’t you???
Shit ass ink hoe
Slut.
You know what? You sleep with anything that walks. You’re such a slut.