I just told my doc I would like to talk about my drinking problem, but that it would probably get in the way of my weekend plans.
The only thing I've had to eat today was the half eaten sausage biscuit I found on my chest when I woke up this morning.
a guy in a toll booth on I-90 told me to fuck off for not being a red sox fan. i am going to miss massachusetts very much.
But never have I ever had sex with a dirty talker before, so it was something else, to say the least. I signed up to get laid, not play Penthouse Mad Libs.
So does your leg always twitch violently when someone plays with your clitoris? Or has my ten years of piano playing finally paid off?
You'd think with all the porn he watches he'd be a little better at this...
i'm at the point now where i want him to say anything. even an apology for his boomerang-shaped penis would be nicer than no comment.
wanna get hammered and throw tomatoes at the people standing in line for the midnight showing of harry potter and yell whichcraft is evil
We 6 way cheers-ed with French fries last night, hammered, in the booth.
You were fine, but your knee injury definitely came from interpretive dancing like a gay fairy with lead wings all around the Mission St BART. Everyone thought you were on drugs.
We were having sex in the gardens when the grounds keeper walked up on us. He gave me a thumbs up and walked away
If she "comes out" to me I guess I'll high five her. That's pretty much my response to everything these days.
Clearly I'm trying to change the world one fuck at a time
you DO IT for the people
He doesn't have much of a personality but he makes up for it with his sexual prowess
keeper.
He sent me off with a naked dance ending in a meat swing. I don't think I'll be seeing him again.
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