Sorry I couldn't answer your call, I'm expecting a call from Chris Hansen.
I'm guessing you didn't end up going to the bar last night.
Nope. Ended up at what I believe was a slumber party down the street.
I fucking love fucking science majors-- she told me that she wanted to know if her gag reflex got better or worse with alcohol, and that her initial evidence had been inconclusive. So, next few weeks, yeah, gettin blown periodically. All I have to do is keep a log.
normally i wouldnt have blown him but he was on dawsons creek.. i love dawsons creek.
You didn't want to have sex last night because you said your grandpa just died and you didn't want him watching..
I found bruises on my neck from barfing out the window.
It was a deal breaker when she told me not to wear a condom and god would decide if we were meant to be together.
the tv said "its small, its comfortable..." and i started laughing... safe to say he lost any dignity he had left...
I must be the strongest person who ever managed to get knocked down by a pug.
telling her she was ovary-acting wasn't the greatest idea. doing it in a text so she could see your spelling was where you really went wrong, though.
He tried to convince me that it wasn't really that small and all he had to do was pull back the groin fat. It was still small.
You know I love you. I just don't love your penis.
if i had known the extra weight would have gone to my tits, i would have started drinking years ago
The ONLY place I sext is in my anatomy class. It's an amped up level of playing doctor.
Please tell me that all of the things I remember doing last night didn't really happen. Please.
It's official. Post baseball sex is better than post hockey sex. I hope the Blue Jays win the world series.
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