It's like the Sean Connery of vaginas. You don't mess with it.
We turned everything surrounding BP and the oil leak into a "that's what she said" drinking game. We've been drunk for a month
going to a night class in lingerie so i can quickly go to his house after.
I miss you more than I would miss junk food if I went on a diet. And you've seen me eat, you know how desperate I'd be.
I think I may have walked up to her while she was with her friends and asked for a "do over".
He's on the bus now and took off his Amish hat so just his long ginger beard is present. Goodbye, majestic Amish ginger. Go forth and represent your minority well.
I told her my cab was outside the club and that I had to go, but I think we both knew this wasn't going anywhere past the sloppy bathroom handjob.
Can I just fuck someone without it basically becoming an arranged marriage
at that point, I wouldn't blame you because I'd be so ashamed I couldnt even have sex with myself.
he bought me ice cream then took me home and fucked the shit outta me. you can't write this kinda romance.
Also. Picked being late to work over the maid finding my vibrator. Life choices....
So I came to the conclusion that who ever pour my ever clear out saved my life
It is NEVER not funny to me when I am sitting at a table and I've touched the dicks of every single person I'm sitting with.
My thoughts mid terrible hookup: do people normally read a magazine right about now?
Does sending her to the conference instead of a competent employee and putting her in a suite make up for banging her husband behind her back?
No, but she’ll have a nice memory when she gets dumped and fired on the same day.
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