so i just googled the prescription for aldara i saw on your desk this morning...
I think its a sure sign I need to get laid when every cloud in the sky looks like a penis.
There are thorn wounds on my balls, don't ever question my dedication to party again
I know the vomits not mine cause its on my back.
I woke up covered in my own vomit with a pocket full of napkins. I guess I knew I would need them, but was not coherent enough to use them before passing out.
I dont know if he should be happy or mad about it but he's too big for a blow job.
Saw the college gyno today. It has now been medically confirmed that I have a perfect vagina.
He was with one girl when I went to bed, wad with another when I woke up and now he just told me he was with a 3rd in-between last night and this morning. Jesus Christ.
we've been together for three years, and i still get excited when i know i'm going to give him a blow job. it's that kind of love
His penis has been a bonding mechanism beyond comparison.
It's a delicate game of how much porn can I look at without the other interns noticing.
I feel like I should be doing a victory lap around my house to the rocky music, or zapping and smiting people with my mystic wizard powers
Have you ever stopped and thought "I do NOT want to be inside of this person right now. Or ever." Because you should.
I'm far too poor to be letting my hookups wear my shirts home. I'm down to about a total of 8 shirts and have no intention of buying more
LET ME HAVE MY JUDGMENT OF OTHER PEOPLE
Randomize
