They left shortly after you claimed the dirty rug as your mattress and began alternating between singing "Dayman" and "Nightman"
i just identified you from a description of your pipe
She asked me how I live with myself. I told her one night at a time.
All he did was lie there and used his hands to keep pace. He was like the metronome of sex.
It's offcial there's a Bobby Light radio station on pandora.
I get way too drunk to be trusted with family heirlooms
we ran out of cups so i finished the night drinking out of a paint can.
You're just mad that I don't wanna have dugout sex with you
I just stole a conducting baton from the chicago symphony orchestra... i have to stop drinking on weeknights
Be ready for a dog pile. On your head. With my ass.
holy shit i just had sex in a phone booth i so feel young again
Last time he went to Europe, every time he started drinking he would wake up in a different country with no memory. There is no way he can be tour leader.
He burnt his arm on the grill, then turned around and started blaming it on the burger buns...I think it's safe to say he's drunk.
PLEASE. I won't throw up on the floor this time. Or fuck in the bathroom. Or dance on the pool table. So PLEASE.
He meowed while sucking on my nipple, it got even weirder when he said he was trying to moo.
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