coke and sex party at dan's
im watching greys anatomy with megan...
wha-pishhh
I even resorted to pole dancing with the street sign. I have an extra $20 now because I think people were paying me to leave.
Because the last time i saw or spoke to him he came all over me in a hammock.
They thought I was the paid stripper pretty much, and a lady tried to set me up with her nephew and then wanted to get my number for lesbian daughter... A typical night for me
he's wearing our apron and eating a pb and oreo sandwich. and calling the oreos "topless" since he took their tops off...
How bad does the situation have to be before its ok to attempt 'catastrophic event sex'?
Nothing motivates a person to clean their apartment like puking up cheese ravioli beer-tequila chicken wings for eight hours.
Hope I didn't wake u up but I woke up and there is a shirt, boxers, belt and jeans on my balcony, along with a naked guy who claimed to scale the building
I faked an orgasm during phone sex last night. This relationship is starting to become real.
you said, 'he held out his hand, that means we don't have to pay' about the taxi driver, and then asked the doorman what happened to your pants...
You said "this is only my eighth drink" with like 6 separate drinks
i doubt you are even in possession of a crowbar.
I suggest you not find out the hard way
I just don't understand why we can't have sex in the house. I'll come see you but I'll have to think about the barn thing.
Someone wrote "LazerSwords" on my cock last night. My erect cock. Tequila is no one's friend.
My life just got so pathetic that I volunteered to work a double on my day off because its saturday and I have nothing else planned
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