I just told my doc I would like to talk about my drinking problem, but that it would probably get in the way of my weekend plans.
I've been emailing with a woman. I don't think she's into me, but we've become sorta email buddies. I'm hoping to meet her because on her profile she states she's into 'fisting.' Frankly the thought kinda freaks me out but I'm dying to see what kind of woman is 1) into that and 2) admits it upfront.
names aren't important. just tell him all you want is a lil make out sesh and keep it moving.
And on top of all this... he just told me to "chill my nips."
What happened to chicks over dicks?
That rule does not apply to 9 inch dicks..
Thanks for talking me down from peeing on his window last night.
I am now curious as to how you would have aimed.
We were thinking he might be gay. Like how the fuck do you not even make out with a girl that made you a grilled cheese
I just sprawled out on my bedroom floor and cried while shoveling chocolate into my mouth.. I should not have Bacardi at home
Moment of the day: as we leave the restaurant, she reaches into my pocket, pulls out her panties, and angrily marches to her car. I felt like a sketchy magician.
Please come over, I'm slowly melting into a ball of sexual frustration. If I'm not dead by the end of the day be very surprised.
Stoned in some guys basement listening to ELO. it's like its 1978.
I had a really bad dream about us drinking this weekend. Remind me to tell you Friday when we start drinking
I used my dress as a plate for pizza rolls last night
I know it's going to be a good day because he didn't notice the bite mark on my butt.
so then the cop took one last hit off our blunt and then drove off in his car and we just all stood there thinking, yea... that just happened...
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