Wooohooo! I'm sitting in the car like a creep watching people walk in and out of Blush. Lots of happy people.
All I want to do is go home, strip down to my pants, get in the shower and pee down my leg
oh my god i am going to vomit. and little burgers wearing crowns are going to come out.
I woke up naked in my own vomit. Not even in my bed. No one is happy.
You told me I was special while we were having sex and I asked why.
What did I say?
Don't ask me questions while I have an erection,
I looked at you and you stared at me dead in the eyes then sprayed febreze at your crotch and winked.
Is it sad that I just used my electrical knowledge to not only fix but improve my vibrator?
Post-sex chicken soup was such a good idea. It's been like an hour and I'm still applauding myself
playing nyquil roulette. it entails taking shots of nyquil and hoping it doesnt kick in during sex or in public. game on.
So I feel like I should feel objectified by your comment about my boobs but instead I just feel proud. 21ST CENTURY FEMINISM, BABY
I was ok with it until you started yelling " just the tip!" I know she's you gf but don't backseat drive the three-way.
Whoever labeled dysfunctional a bad thing obviously never saw this frinedship coming.
We'll just charge in there, all pant less and fabulous demanding he give back her ferret.
Come through the front door when you get here.
Right now I'm so wasted I can't determine whats a door and a window.
then I ended up getting a lapdance from my TA...I love college.
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