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.
official worst smell ever. a used condom that has gone through the dryer.
The cops just drove by on their loudspeaker going DO NOT DRINK THE WATAHH
I love boston
I need to stop taking drags of other peoples cigarettes, it's such a tease. Like playing just the tip, you just can't
disregard all texts ive sent you minus taco motherfucking bell
please dont make me drink to the titanic soundtrack
I don't think going to Relay for Life and painting our faces while everyone stares at us is a sufficent late night after the bars.
We are taking shots off of spoons and listening to Mary Poppins.
Speaking of roommates, Kelsey and I woke up to urine in our trash can. Neither one of us is willing to admit to it so we've come to the conclusion that someone snuck into our room in the middle of the night
I'm not really into her personality. Not that we've ever looked for personality in women.
That's only a quality to look for in a second marriage.
My god this is going to ruin whatever Vegas left of our souls...
IT'S LINGERIE PURCHASED FROM A FLEA MARKET, THE ONLY THING IT'S GOING TO BE POSITIVE FOR IS A TEST FOR HIV
The dog just shocked himself by peeing on Christmas lights, should I have saw that coming?
I mostly blame me being such a miserable fuck on the fact that I was born on a Monday.
His bedroom is the preferred destination of MILFs, cougars, recent divorcees and sexually frustrated wives
His penis is my hero
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