Thank you for the breast cancer awareness themed circle of death. Had it been any other time I would not have played topless.
I can't think of anything besides pubic hair fallout. Ugh.
The fairy wings and cowboy hats were not the issue. The bag of cocaine that I held in the air as we drove in the parade might have been.
Went to anytime fitness at 3:34 am drunk after the the bar and getting whataburger. Lifted weights with my cheeseburger between my knees. That's called DEDICATION.
I peed on his girlfriend's loofah during our post-sex shower.
Let's just say after this weekend I'm known as Shameous the Irish bar fighter.
Only he would come to a strip club and talk about an internship with Walt Disney during a lap dance.
I'm looking at some sugar baby profiles to get some insight on what we're up against.
I was super naked---except I kept my shoes on, because I'm a lady, and I was bent over a bar.
He's sending me pics of Yellowstone scenery...the only thing I can think is "I would have sex next to that waterfall"
The other day I was really high and I felt like my words were coming out of my mouth in flowers...I don't know.
Also, I've finally come to the point in the relationship when having sex with socks on is ok.
After sending me a dick pic, he asked, "yay or nay?"
She said "we just have chemistry" ... I wanted to say "no, you just have a vagina."
The guy whose porn password I use finally renewed his membership. Lazy fucker had been slacking all summer.
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