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.
you'd be alarmed at how much plan b i just found in mom's bathroom...
just bought a coffee grinder that advertiesed spacious grinding chamber...new nickname for my bedroom?
it's circumsized.
I think this conversation is over.
The Firefighter Games are going to be in Tampa the same weekend I am. I think God is answering my vagina's prayers.
Biggest lesson I have learned in college: Drink if you are happy. Drink more if you aren't.
If you start sounding at all like you're even remotely in love, expect a lecture on the merits of being a single woman with a vibrator.
This is why we're friends.
shes laying on the floor in a bowl of salsa with her pants half off and she's crying... i dont know what to do...
sometimes when i'm drunk i choose the spanish option on the ATM to challenge myself.
KETAMINE SUNDAYS ARE SERIOUSLY FUCKING ME UP!
I'm starting to think you fell asleep on your kitchen floor pantless with salsa spilt around you
Dude. Steinbecking. It's when you double-fist coffee and alcohol to help you meet a writing deadline.
I hooked up with a guy that had a beard last night felt like I was building a fucken log cabin
I assure you, it was not a Porn Hub Bee Movie parody.
This is the difference between me and him; he buys you flowers, I buy you a dildo
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