So what's the moral of this story? Aside from 'lesbians hold grudges'?
so basically i'm the" little sister", he's the "big brother" and we just fucked
I was thinking about baking his mom "sorry you found out i was sleeping with your son" cupcakes
any plan I had today of being a productive member of society, I am officially throwing out the window.
Eric and I got kicked off of karaoke last night. Apparently, singing about masturbation to the tune of "A Whole New World" is not appropriate and definitely frowned upon by the DJ.
I think I breastfed the cat at some point during the night, at least that's what my nipples are saying
I'm drinking Leinenkugel through a Red Vine. I'm not drunk. I'm just happy with my life so far.
How did it go last night?
Woke up head half shaved and a burrito? So good and bad?
Bring my gorilla suit and my bong.
Oh its going to be that type of weekend?
He offered me a trade. He'll come sober to my parents 25th anniversary dinner if I let him tie me up for an hour.
Update. bondage is a lot harder than it looks.
If I walk downstairs and Kelly is fucking in the laundry room again I'm gonna die
I've been rehabbing my soul with cheese and wine lately
He told me to be a woman and make him dinner. So I threw a bagel at him and went out to dinner.
will you help me invent vagina-safe pop rocks?
you going clubbing tonight?
well its tuesday isnt it
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