I've had that scene from "Parenthood" where Rick Moranis' character is singing "Close To You" to his wife in classroom, stuck in my head all morning.
I guess my mind is just wondering whatever happened to Rick Mornais.
Just hungoverly hit my funny bone with a hot straightener. Triple threat.
it was a weeks worth of wine for $20. it would have been fiscally irresponsible to not buy it.
I was just counting ceiling tiles when he ate me out, it was that bad.
I just discovered the Reese's pieces and sourdough bread sandwich. No signs of coming down.
Its like "fucckkkkk yooouuuuuu" is echoing up my esophagus
tequila?
yep
I could of sworn you were praying in the strip club.
Passed out mid cig in bed last night. Thank you cough for allowing me legal prescription hydrocodone.
Just drug him and when he wakes up say "You just woke up from a coma, we've been married for 5 years." It'll be like The Vow but fucked up.
Your fuck buddy is making you watch the OC. I think that counts as strings attached.
he sent me the greatest dick pic I've ever received.
he actually took the time to cut a fingertip off of a glove then put it on his dick like a beanie. he called it hipster dick.
Immediately after sex he layed on the floor and acted like my yellow bra was pac man
he bought me ice cream then took me home and fucked the shit outta me. you can't write this kinda romance.
We're both fucking guys named Frank. Our friendship was meant to be.
If I'm not there when the plane leaves, I didn't make it through security. See you at home! Vegas bitches!!!
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