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.
I kind of wish I was already fat. So I could eat all I want and not worry about getting fat. Cause I'd already be at that point.
no. you can't hotbox the world.
Maybe if i steal enough bar glasses i can justify all the money spent i've spent there
So we are lighting beer bottles on fire and breaking them in half to make glasses
That sounds dangerous
Don't worry......were wearing oven mits.
These pubs in Ireland act like hand jobs aren't the universal currency
I told you, we're just gonna get ripped and light sparklers
There are panties and mini bottles of Fireball in my purse. Except for the broken toe incident, I'd say last night was probably a success.
you didn't want to pay for the shots so you negotiated with the bartenders. Apparently 1 shot is worth 5 seconds of motor-boating you.
You fell out of the chair and then lifted your foot saying, "If my foot could give you the middle finger it would."
I met her daughter,who I went to high school with on my way out this morning. She didn't seem to surprised. I love older women.
I'm dipping store brand pepperoni pizza in bacon flavored ranch dressing. Obesity tastes so good.
There's a quesaritto in the oven. Neither of us have been to Taco Bell in 3 weeks.
If me saying "come f***k me now" is talking, then yes.
Our house drank 90 beers yesterday afternoon before 8pm so add that to the list
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