if this week's events in iraq have taught me anything, it's that when pulling out, always expect a mess...
Last night I apparently send my boss a picutre of my boobs. On the bonus part I got a raise today. So I just want to thank your parents for naming you Jeff cuz if I was not so hammered last night I would have sent it to the right one.
6 figure salary? he just got a little cuter.
I hate babysitting girls whose boobs are bigger than mine.
the sex was "jacking off to playboy" bad.
Being college poor has reached a new low. I am giving up on masturbating so i can save money on toilet paper
he acted like he had never seen anyone snort lines of adderall off of a microwave before. freshman.
Only catch is you have to sleep in the same bed as me. But no worries, I plan on being in a random guys hotel room every night. So it's essentially yours.
I know he is still a student. I am not asking if his being an underwear model makes it more ethical, just less prosocutable.
Okay. I am working on pulling a tooth out of my mouth. Call me.
that's the second time I've made out with him and woken up with my pants stuffed with PBRs I am convinced he's magic
All I know is that I woke up with glitter all over me and blood on my shoes. It wasn't my blood.
So here's a brief summary of my weekend: last night I drank four glasses of Death Punch, grabbed the toaster, said "This is mine", put it in my pants and walked out the front door.
In theory, it seemed like it would work.
He listens to me complain and in return I send him naked pictures. It's a win win situation
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