I wasn't pimping you out... I was helping you network!
yay, now i'm not the only homewrecker.
yeah but i stopped sleeping with him after i found out he was married.
She wanted to watch a Baby Einstein DVD while we fucked. I'm pretty open minded but that felt a little creepy.
When i asked him what happened all he said was, the toucan... the toucan... over and over again.
so would me posting the photos of the cock and coin jar incident be completely out of the question?
To put it in a frame of reference with which you're familiar, it was like making out with a golden retriever.
Then you started screaming that this was the first time you did e and that you had a 4.8 gpa, that was right before you almost suffocated between that one girl's tits.
Well last time he got out of rehab he lasted 6 hours. So 3 days this time is quite an accomplishment.
She had forties taped to her hands and was trying to give him a hand job while he was passed out, with everyone in the living room.
I was trying to get everyone to go to the bar but I puked on my hands, so nobody took me seriously.
Well, I made it all the way to the gas station. And from there, I begged a cab driver who was parked outside, to give me a piggy back ride the final 2 blocks to my apartment. I wasn't in the cab. Didn't have to pay. Drunk me is smart, and very lazy.
He gave me the choice between a threeway with his best friend or a tiny turtle. Unfortunately I chose the threeway.
So I woke up alone in the hotel room clutching a bible to my chest. Explain, please.
I'm experimenting with sincerity
he drove over two hours to fuck me and came in 3 minutes. he got mad when I asked him if it was worth it...
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