so we had a 20 minute conversation and created the fb page WWND (what would Nana do?) last night after we took our Ambien...that is my definition of an overachiever
I just had one of those moments where i was really sad that i'll never get to be asian.
The difference between what I would do for a regular Klondike bar and an Oreo flavored Klondike bar is astounding
you kept saying "no santa, im not having sex with you. it's not your holiday".
His little brother just walked in, asked me if I'd blown his brother yet and then announced that he and his friends were going to play outside so we could play too.
In order of importance: Where am I? Where's my car? Where are my clothes? Who is this chick in the room?
Anne's couch, the bar, your car, Anne.
Not sure how I feel about St Psts and March Madness being on the same weekend. I feel like I've been screwed out of a drunk holiday.
We all make mistakes. Just lock them up deep down inside your mind so they can surface as weird sexual fantasies it takes your therapist years to decipher when your 40
If we could give a gymnastic score to drunken nights, I would be a part of the Fab Five.
Like I would feel weird too if you just cancelled our wedding, cut off all your hair and started twerking everywhere
I just realized how terrible that was... I was drumming on your penis to a song about Baby Jesus.
Woke up. Found about 20 condoms upstairs. A hole in the couch. Bread on the floor. Going back to sleep.
Let’s try it, I’ve never had a bad time with sex, tacos and beer.
Don't read too much into what I just sent. I love you, always have, but I'm drunk and sorry for the confusion.
Which part? The boyfriend or the sex?
Boyfriend. SEX IS ON!!!
Grandma had me open the boxes that were delivered today. She got a sex swing, I've settled on "You go girl" as my official reaction.
Randomize
