So am I a slut for not remembering his name after sex last night or not recognizing him in the cafe today after he told me who he was?
Everything that you guys said happened came back to me. like a tidal wave of regret.
they're both coked to the gills having a shouting match about the powers and abilities of godzilla. and using the wikipedia entry on the topic to support their respective arguments.
I almost caused an explosion; It's okay though. because everyone would have died having a good time.
But fine, we can play that game. You can come over and we can have totally platonic, long, boring discussions. Or we can fuck. Whatever.
With the amount of g's you put on going I'm gonna guess you're drinking alone again
No. I just want to cuddle and talk about our feeling. Of course this a booty call.
Dude, the lecture theatre is caving in on me.
I did not appreciate your texts about spanking at 3'o'clock this morning.
On the shuttle bus from the Casino the driver refused to take us to the strip club so you said "let me off this bus or ill puke on you".
Yeah, I got home from work at like 9:30, and he was passed out on the couch wearing only a tee shirt and The Jurassic Park theme on repeat.
I just found out through a drunken phone call that my parents thought I'd grow up to be a porn star. It's kind of scary how accurate they were at how skilled I'd be at sex.
Sorry I didn't have my phone all night. Did we hang last night?
You bit me
Oh lord I need to hear this story
Look, if it comes down to it, I’m spraying whipped cream on your nuts
Intelligence report: the hot sister called you gross, the sweet sister says you're dumb, and the smart sister says all the other men she knows would have to die for her to hook up with you.
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