So how Liz Lemon is this? I bring a boy home, we get in bed, and I realize there's a lean pocket wrapper in the sheets.
remind me tomorrow that nothing happen between me and the guy who's shirt i'm wearing
Ok. Also I almost just threw up. Seriously. I was think to myself "really? Here? Now? At my work desk?" and then it went away.
he came on my stomach, took his sock off, wiped it up, put his sock back on along with his shoes and left.
Yea.. I remember nothing. Except that the taxi driver was 56 years old and apparently never cheated on his wife.
there's a picture of him beating off in the library with a cowboy hat. please steer clear of this one if you ever want to be respected.
Im going to make a sandwich and see if my books came from amazon. I cant believe two years ago i was dating eight guys and teaching russian exchange students how to do shots.
Your grammar in that last text message was so awful.. My vagina wants to go crawl in a hole, and never speak to you again.
I love you so must. You as do fraty. You are truly my veste breakable (ties I wtf racket Andover). Luce you. Have a safe drive bio dough failover.
it's gotten to the point where I just look in my closet, think, "which article of clothing behaves most like a towel?" and then just go with that
I have banged to "The Emperor's New Groove" way more than could possibly be reasonable.
At this point in job hunting, I'm willing to become a leather daddy if it means some sort of income.
He told me was "pretty like the wife in some movie where the husband is a cheater." I think I'm gonna fuck him.
If we both don't have awesome filthy sexual experiences to share in the morning...we are no longer best friends.
I had to remind him last night as he had his arm around me, "We hook up, we don't cuddle!"
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