She walked in, looked at the bed, sniffed, sighed, and went to grab her cleaning supplies. I'd say she knows.
I think her version of saying goodnight was being flung over a guys shoulder as he said, "Bitch. You don't need no shoes."
its warm now so i can go back to sleeping with guys based on their fuckability rather than how much warmth they generate.
YOU ARE NOT A BOTTLE OF RUM THEREFORE I DONT KNOW HOW TO LOVE YOU
I don't know. Something about answering "what did you do on Sunday?" Seems odd when the reply is, painted, went to the grocery store, put a restraint device on my bed.
I'm pleased to know that your mom refers to me as "the ass piliager" now
no it was not a "magical experience". After we dropped, he just sat there staring at my laptop going "apple makes beautiful things".
Things that happen while I poop: I start dating someone
Me my naked body. You bring the paints. I expect to be a panther by game time Sunday.
What do I get.
Panthers win you get to fuck the paint off me.
When I got home he was in his underpants on the couch, eating pop tarts and crying while watching Voltron.
I'm pretty sure the rest of my evening will consist of masturbating, drinking tequila and watching children's movies.
We got really excited for country fried steak then we had sex.
there is a tent in the living room. its a vip tent room. i want in.
I hope every time you eat hashbrowns you think about me, the awesome sex we had and how great we could have been.
I was so drunk I got motion sickness from sex.
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