so we had a 20 minute conversation and created the fb page WWND (what would Nana do?) last night after we took our Ambien...that is my definition of an overachiever
I need to figure out what I wanna do with my life.
There are margaritas in the freezer still.
If him repeating sorry while thrusting isn't makeup sex than I don't know what else is
It's official. I now have that "I was drunk and needed the money" college story to share later in life.
All I remember was after sex she kept trying to take pictures of my dick "for memories"
Everything's fine I'm just stoned and my pillows are too soft.
All I remember is having a LONG talk with a 23 year old mother with a 5 year old kid at a bar who told me "it's not that bad"
Well duh, alcohol and getting fucked up are the world's common languages.
umm, I just masturbated to old Justin timberlake on MTV jams. in need of dick ASAP
On a completely unrelated note I think I have carpal tunnel
Again, totally unrelated
He walked into the bar, took a deep sniff and said "this place is fertile and ready for my seed" then calmly walked to the service area
Also bring a pizza or no entry to my vagina OR the fort.
Cheese only
I grinded with the guy who brought the scooter, I'm leaving with success
It would have been nice to break the dry spell with nice, civilized, sober sex somewhere other than on my friend's couch.
He cannot be your sugar daddy. He looks like a literal hot dog.
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