So you started off by saying "no homo," but patting his crotch and saying his jeans fit him wonderfully may have overshadowed that.
Word to the wise: do not smoke before going grocery shopping with only 12 bucks. So stressful.
What started as a "classy" double date ended with Jeremy and I tripping our balls off and talking to the refrigerator while the girls cried on the couch and questioned where their lives were heading.
I found out his name. Apparently we sat in the shower together and flooded the bathroom.
If I end up married to you I better get lots of orgasms to help me forget I failed at life.
Apparently I used ziplock bags to smuggle my drink out with. By pouring it in one, then cut the corner like it was an icing bag later that night. What is wrong with me?
I think I should advise against you hooking up with a guy that throws "the shocker" up in all of his pictures on facebook. Just sayin.
Maybe we could get a groupon for vasectomy. I'm game.
I'm trying to ve beat feiesnd sent.
The funny thing is, we kinda did bring guys home cause you had a fort...
I don't care what you say, the fact that he's a drag queen with the same shoe size as me is reason enough to date him
I just traded 5 cigarettes for a sandwich on they greyhound.You owe me 5 cigarettes. I told you I would get hungry.
So a guy died and our dates revived him with CPR. Good night?
The fact that he offered to stop once he stuck it in my ass was sadly the most considerate thing anybody's ever done for me.
It's like if you wanna bond just do a ropes course or have group sex you don't have to be weird about it
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