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Being Alone, Life, and Memes: The D*ck Was Life Changing, But He Wasn't Sh*t @balleralert Read more: www.balleralert.com The D*ck Was Life Changing, But He Wasn't Sh*t- blogged by @niksofly β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β € It's been two years since you two have said a word to each other let alone had sex. Yet, the slightest thing triggers a memory. You smell his favorite cologne and have flashbacks about that one time at the Westin Hotel, where he pinned you to the wall and gave you everything he had. β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β € You can't wash the dishes without thinking about how he manhandled you that one time before work. Everything you do reminds you of that passionate, mind- blowing sex. Truthfully speaking, the d*ck was life changing. He just wasn't sh*t. β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β € Now you're stuck because you've moved past him and his shenanigans, but you cant let go of how he commanded your body. Just the sound of his voice had you aroused. β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β € This just means, you've just been hit with that good joog. You're going to have to figure out a way to occupy your time so that you can move on. β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β € Focusing on your career-education is a good start. What's better than getting good joog? A bomb career. β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β € Workout - nothing relieves stress like a hard workout. Plus it's killing two birds with one stone. You’re getting healthy- fine while alleviating that extra stress... to read more , log onto balleralert.com (clickable link on profile).
Being Alone, Life, and Memes: The D*ck Was Life Changing, But He
 Wasn't Sh*t
 @balleralert
 Read more: www.balleralert.com
The D*ck Was Life Changing, But He Wasn't Sh*t- blogged by @niksofly β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β € It's been two years since you two have said a word to each other let alone had sex. Yet, the slightest thing triggers a memory. You smell his favorite cologne and have flashbacks about that one time at the Westin Hotel, where he pinned you to the wall and gave you everything he had. β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β € You can't wash the dishes without thinking about how he manhandled you that one time before work. Everything you do reminds you of that passionate, mind- blowing sex. Truthfully speaking, the d*ck was life changing. He just wasn't sh*t. β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β € Now you're stuck because you've moved past him and his shenanigans, but you cant let go of how he commanded your body. Just the sound of his voice had you aroused. β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β € This just means, you've just been hit with that good joog. You're going to have to figure out a way to occupy your time so that you can move on. β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β € Focusing on your career-education is a good start. What's better than getting good joog? A bomb career. β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β € Workout - nothing relieves stress like a hard workout. Plus it's killing two birds with one stone. You’re getting healthy- fine while alleviating that extra stress... to read more , log onto balleralert.com (clickable link on profile).

The D*ck Was Life Changing, But He Wasn't Sh*t- blogged by @niksofly β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β € It's been two years since you two hav...

Children, Facts, and Head: source is mentioned in our blog weird-facts.org source is mentioned in our blog :weird-facts.or In 2003, a 6-inch-long human skeleton was found in Chile's Atacama Desert. Often called the β€œAtacama Alien," Ata is believed to be a 6 to 8-year-old human. but the debated cause of its size, missing ribs, and deformed head remains a mystery. waird-facts org Morning guys 😊 β€’ SLOW SUBMITTED BY AIRYNU - There's something wrong with my reflection. Well, I suppose, if we're being honest here, there's been something wrong for years. You see, since I was a child I've always noticed that it could never quite keep up. A reflection should follow your movements precisely, in real-time, with no guesswork involved. But mine is always just a little slow and sometimes just a little off. The first time it happened, it really scared me. Children are very perceptive, you know, and 8-year-old me, with my keen eyes, I could see that something was wrong. I told my parents but they didn't believe me and insisted that it was all in my head. They still forced me to brush my teeth on my own every day despite all of my protests. As I got older, my slow reflection just became a fact of life. Didn't matter where I was, what mirror I was looking into, my reflection just couldn't keep up. I began to make a game of it and see if I could catch it off guard. I would open my eyes really suddenly when washing my face to see if I could get a glimpse. What freaks me out now though isn't my reflection's slow shenanigans. No, I got used to those long ago. What freaks me out now is that today, while washing my face and playing my usual game, I opened my eyes to see my own face staring me down with a sinister smile. It makes me wonder... why, after all these years, does it suddenly feel confident enough to come out of hiding?
Children, Facts, and Head: source is mentioned in our blog weird-facts.org
 source is mentioned in our blog :weird-facts.or
 In 2003, a 6-inch-long human skeleton was found in
 Chile's Atacama Desert. Often called the β€œAtacama
 Alien," Ata is believed to be a 6 to 8-year-old human.
 but the debated cause of its size, missing ribs,
 and deformed head remains a mystery.
 waird-facts org
Morning guys 😊 β€’ SLOW SUBMITTED BY AIRYNU - There's something wrong with my reflection. Well, I suppose, if we're being honest here, there's been something wrong for years. You see, since I was a child I've always noticed that it could never quite keep up. A reflection should follow your movements precisely, in real-time, with no guesswork involved. But mine is always just a little slow and sometimes just a little off. The first time it happened, it really scared me. Children are very perceptive, you know, and 8-year-old me, with my keen eyes, I could see that something was wrong. I told my parents but they didn't believe me and insisted that it was all in my head. They still forced me to brush my teeth on my own every day despite all of my protests. As I got older, my slow reflection just became a fact of life. Didn't matter where I was, what mirror I was looking into, my reflection just couldn't keep up. I began to make a game of it and see if I could catch it off guard. I would open my eyes really suddenly when washing my face to see if I could get a glimpse. What freaks me out now though isn't my reflection's slow shenanigans. No, I got used to those long ago. What freaks me out now is that today, while washing my face and playing my usual game, I opened my eyes to see my own face staring me down with a sinister smile. It makes me wonder... why, after all these years, does it suddenly feel confident enough to come out of hiding?

Morning guys 😊 β€’ SLOW SUBMITTED BY AIRYNU - There's something wrong with my reflection. Well, I suppose, if we're being honest here, there's...

Af, Ass, and Back to Back: Oh hello there Drsmashlove Shout to u pretty young ladies that's gon show up to brunch in a hoodie with the hood up, I fucks with y'all. That hood up tells me everything I need to know. Don't tell me the story - I know it already. (1) It was either your birthday or your best friend's birthday or it was nobody birthday but your name is Kirsten (girls named Kirsten go hard every weekend, and most weekdays. There's no explanation for this. It's just factual. If your name is Kirsten u will go absolutely hard AF on a Tuesday for no reason. Not even Fat Tuesday. Just like, next Tuesday. But I digress.). (2) The night started with shots when some frat boys offered to buy u and your squad a round and it snowballed from there. (3) Tables were danced on. (4) Undergarments were removed and u briefly paused because you're on your period, so it stands to reason that panties should be worn for the rest of the night, but u flung them anyway. (5) Karaoke was sung; likely six (6) Rihanna songs back to back. (6) Oral sex occurred in the back of a UBER. (6) Half of the shenanigans were documented on a well-edited snap story. To all u girls in hoodies with the hood up, still marinating in a mix of perspiration and sex fluids from last night, I salute y'all. U made it to brunch. The Angel of Death literally carried u to the restaurant so u could have your egg white omelette and wheat toast. Rest assured baby girl if I see u and your squad, u exactly the girl imma talk to. Your friend Emily who showered and applied make-up? She got nothing I want. That's too much preparation. Too put together. Imma come directly to u, get your number, date u, and then propose to u, so when we at the rehearsal dinner at Girl and the Goat, Emily can be all "SMASH MET KIRSTEN WHEN WE WERE AT BRUNCH AT SNAGGLETOOTH ON SOUTHPORT. KIRSTEN WAS A LITERAL MESS LOL - LIKE I CAN'T EVEN SAY WHAT HAPPENED THE NIGHT BEFORE - BUT LET'S JUST SAY SHE WAS IN ROUGH SHAPE LOLOL." Exactly, Emily. Go head. Embarrass TF out of Kirsten. All that crazy she did before me just make me love her crazy ass more 😍. She led a crazy life but she mines now...Till the Angel of Death ⚰️ (or divorce court πŸ’°) do us part. Bless up! πŸ†—πŸ˜πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚
Af, Ass, and Back to Back: Oh hello there
 Drsmashlove
Shout to u pretty young ladies that's gon show up to brunch in a hoodie with the hood up, I fucks with y'all. That hood up tells me everything I need to know. Don't tell me the story - I know it already. (1) It was either your birthday or your best friend's birthday or it was nobody birthday but your name is Kirsten (girls named Kirsten go hard every weekend, and most weekdays. There's no explanation for this. It's just factual. If your name is Kirsten u will go absolutely hard AF on a Tuesday for no reason. Not even Fat Tuesday. Just like, next Tuesday. But I digress.). (2) The night started with shots when some frat boys offered to buy u and your squad a round and it snowballed from there. (3) Tables were danced on. (4) Undergarments were removed and u briefly paused because you're on your period, so it stands to reason that panties should be worn for the rest of the night, but u flung them anyway. (5) Karaoke was sung; likely six (6) Rihanna songs back to back. (6) Oral sex occurred in the back of a UBER. (6) Half of the shenanigans were documented on a well-edited snap story. To all u girls in hoodies with the hood up, still marinating in a mix of perspiration and sex fluids from last night, I salute y'all. U made it to brunch. The Angel of Death literally carried u to the restaurant so u could have your egg white omelette and wheat toast. Rest assured baby girl if I see u and your squad, u exactly the girl imma talk to. Your friend Emily who showered and applied make-up? She got nothing I want. That's too much preparation. Too put together. Imma come directly to u, get your number, date u, and then propose to u, so when we at the rehearsal dinner at Girl and the Goat, Emily can be all "SMASH MET KIRSTEN WHEN WE WERE AT BRUNCH AT SNAGGLETOOTH ON SOUTHPORT. KIRSTEN WAS A LITERAL MESS LOL - LIKE I CAN'T EVEN SAY WHAT HAPPENED THE NIGHT BEFORE - BUT LET'S JUST SAY SHE WAS IN ROUGH SHAPE LOLOL." Exactly, Emily. Go head. Embarrass TF out of Kirsten. All that crazy she did before me just make me love her crazy ass more 😍. She led a crazy life but she mines now...Till the Angel of Death ⚰️ (or divorce court πŸ’°) do us part. Bless up! πŸ†—πŸ˜πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚

Shout to u pretty young ladies that's gon show up to brunch in a hoodie with the hood up, I fucks with y'all. That hood up tells me everythi...