Dude, I just had an awesome rave/orgy with like bunch of hot Asian chicks on a cable car. It was like being in a Gwen Stefani video, cept w/o the bad spelling
God, I love San Francisco.
It was like little house on the drunk prairie.
It was like a little tadpole swimming in the big ocean.
I'm pretty sure there was a language barrier but he knew what "harder" meant.
The only way I could get him to agree to hook up with her is telling him I'd hook up with him next week.
Btw, do you want me to fix this with a box of wine and a chick flick or is this more of a 'lets head to the strip club' problem? I'm just trying to analyze the emotional depth of the situation.
He started yelling "you tha man!" while I was reverse cowgirl
BTW, Julia referred to you as a power bottom. Are you available?
PUT DOWN THE JOINT AND STEP AWAY FROM THE TRUSTAFARIAN
NOT ALL OF US HAVE THE HANDS OF GODDAMN ANGELS YOU KNOW
You have a husband. I have a bag full of electronics. This, is the single life.
Came home to butt plugs and dildos in the bathroom sink WTF
Spring cleaning
I don't know what to say to you.
I don't know what I said to you. Start with that.
Drinks have officially taken priority over self-respect, and I'm not even all that torn up about it.
You can't just bring up bondage and then stop answering me
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