You're the host. Of course you wear the diaper. It's like wearing the pants.
Just left some random in my bed to go get mcdonalds breakfast. I'd say my priorities are on point.
Well, according to foursquare I checked in "@under the bushes" at 3:27am. This could explain some things.
Said he had been eating pineapple for a week before our 1st date. Not sure if thankful for his consideration or offended by his assumption.
Found a pint glass in my snow pants.
I guess I'm in a committed relationship. We just had shot 1 of 3 of Gardasil. I'm now dead inside.
I will pre answer that I did not see it the fun way. He was peeing outside.
He's moaning and crying and coughing up something audibly liquid. I can't live in this house any more.
No need to talk. Eventually, he'll either stop coming over, or decide that it's a relationship.
And if not?
...I keep getting free bourbon and great sex with no expectations. You really don't understand that there is no "down side," do you?
The gas station was closed so we found old PBR and played Edward Nalgene Hands instead
Only real friends lend their restraints to engagedfriends to fool around with married strangers.
Like if Ohio doesn't think I can get smashed on wine I will gladly prove them wrong
What kind of sociopath goes to sleep at 9pm when I clearly need attention
I woke up on a different floor than I went to sleep on. Can't find my shoes.
i had to win in rock paper scissors, get called a fat whore, and make two dudes get in a fight so we could call next game on the table and you make zero cups. thanks asshole.
Randomize
