Forget about socially acceptable. Make me happy instead
so last night my mother drunkenly told me that maybe the reason why I want to be a vet was because I was conceived doggy style.
She thought I was gay, so I told her I'd be more comfortable with anal. She agreed.
I'm glad my gym is open 24 hours..I stopped in on my way home to puke from the bar
i woke up with "only hugh can prevent florist friars" written up my arm ... i need to know what we did last night
he let me duct tape his mouth because i said it was my fetish, i really just wanted him to shut up
and that's why he's hiding in the taco suit
he ruins everything I try to do including his roommates
On an unrelated side note: I shall now attempt to crawl to the bathroom. Where I will lay motionless on the cold ceramic bathtub with hot water pouring over my shivering body as I desperately try not to vomit. Good day.
I take it that, because we are not guzzling a box of franzia, everything went alright?
I'm calling in my "fuck at anytime anywhere" card. Meet me at my place in 20 min, wear your Waldo costume.
He came on my favorite pants. He is dead to me.
I'm glad we can *facepalm* it together over the married couple we fucked separately.
Everything is a learning experience. Last night we learned why I'm not allowed to bring guys home from the bar....
I covered the puke with a shingle there's not many chunks. I think it will blend quickly.
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