i asked him how he could stand the smell of skunk. his answer was "it smells like good weed"...
Stop staring at my boobs, I can't concentrate
Well how do you think I feel
fair enough
It's gotten to the point where even copying off yahoo answers is still way too much work.
This morning my doorman told me it was an accomplishment for me to be standing and conscious after last night.
He was probably pissed, but i couldn't tell for sure. How pissed can someone really look while holding a fishbowl mimosa?
Correct me if I'm wrong, but I did not stop moving last night. If tequila gives me that extra push to have an active lifestyle, so be it.
it's like his penis is God's way of saying "sorry about his face"
I need a leash, or some shame. Maybe.
There's a creepy homeless guy with no hand trying to get up on our tacobell order
But how do I turn off the feelings though?
Vodka.
Last night turned out to be an expensive trip to your house between the ticket and the plan b. (Well I haven't gotten that yet)
I guess the wine stains on your shirt and the $2 vodka tonics you're sweating out just scream, "Welcome to DC, please ask me for directions."
He went down on me for an hour and a half. He needs to get promoted more often.
At the light, his mom pulled up next to us while I was giving him road head. He forgot to tell me she was meeting us at the movie. So long story short, I convinced her I drove myself, pick me up in 20.
Pride log, day two. Noticing more bruises and scrapes. Liver functions probably very lowered.
Randomize
