I'm such a slut...i kept having sex with him after he called me his ex gf's name. I just felt like i deserved something out of it too.
Dancing like a fucking crazy person to jai ho with a snow ball in her hand. Snow days make her go nuts.
i just overheard a girl at the next table saying she gave up sex for lent
don't you ever do that...
all you kept saying from the spare room was "can you bring me a puke bowl...and the cat"
I won't drink with you again until you promise to not feed me anymore paper bags
I think my whole family judged my ability to change under a blanket.
In a moving vehicle and other people in the car
after further investigation i found out he's a little bit married..
I think my staff loses a little bit of respect for me every time you're in town. I may have to puke at work ...again.
Moral of the story: don't have drunken shower sex with the lights off...or you WILL break your foot. And the shower knobs.
My tuesday consisted of speaking to a federal agent for two hours and watching a roving band of gypsies jump over a fire until 2:30am
Find a vagina and bring it to me. Like feeding a tiger.
She was chasing her shots with beefaroni and I think I fell in love.
He corrected my spelling during sexting.
His 89 y/o father walked in on us. Judging by the gasp/moan, I don't think the 1920s prepared him to see another dude inside his son.
It will pretty much be equal to the feeling I had when you let me hold your dick while you were peeing, or when I graduated high school!
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