Fiestas. Its like a classier verson of mardi gras.
Either seal the deal or get out of the room, I don't want to hide in this closet anymore
He said I was like bonnie and clyde all rolled into one but twice as trashy and 75% less clothes...
He obviously understands you completely.
did i paint my nails blue or do i need to make a trip to the ER?
you were wearing a pair of wings and handing out McDonalds apple pies, if anyone refers to you as the "Rave Fairy" you now know why.
THIS EXPLAINS SO MUCH.
I have migrated to the couch. Minimal movement is still happening, but I should be mobile enough to go to the liquor store by eight.......so that good.
I think I'd be more bothered by his cross dressing if I wasn't secretly into women..,
L'Shannah Tovah!
Whats that? My new stripper name?
Both of us came out of our rooms at the same time in boxers and sat on the couch. No words were spoken.
Having weed delivered to your door is like having your own personal Santa Claus
I'm about to turn myself in when I'm less hungover.
The impact your presence has on my vagina without even putting your hands on me is quite astonishing, impressive and a little disturbing.
Are there rules against fucking your ex's dealer?
I think I got into an argument with my cat's former owner about what a BDSM relationship entails.
It's like the perfect sandwich, once you find it you want to ensure your future access to it.
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