i now understand why he chose to have sex with my friend rather then me after lookin in the mirror this morning. and id do the same thing.
my being single is dangerous.
his blackberry tasks were 1. take names and 2. kick ass
He used one end of the towel to wipe the cum and I used the other end to wipe the tears
Well i tried snorting sugar. so either that made me puke or the fact that i drank water from a fish tank
I fell asleep to the sounds of them banging in the next room. It was oddly soothing...
I try to help out whenever I can. Speaking of rough nights I woke up half naked on Brady's couch with bloody paper towels duct taped to my foot.
if i ever wake up in the morning and don't feel a boner in my asscrack then this relationship is over
Ever since the Christmas fiasco of '08, I can no longer watch Rudolf the Red nosed reindeer without getting a hard on
come over. We can flirt with the criteria for substance abuse and talk about our daddy issues
She had a belly button piercing in the shape of a cross. Talk about mixed messages.
Here's a concept though: eating pasta while getting laid
I'm not sure if I should pay him or he should pay me, but someone should get paid for the sex I had this morning.
I cannot believe I accepted his penis into my body.
I'm sitting in the hospital with him while he's still half drunk with a busted leg because he thought he could do parkour off a rock
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