He can't get past my hymen. At least that's what he said it feels like.
I admire the strength of friendship we have that allows for sharing husbands.
It's gotten to the point where even copying off yahoo answers is still way too much work.
like in an apt above a crackhead. A LEGIT CRACKHEAD. he woke me up every morning this week asking me if I wanted to buy a mini fridge and some CDs. at 5 am. EVERY DAY.
I'm not saying he has herpes, I'm just saying he slept with my friend that has herpes.
I know I'm her Sunday school teacher. I just feel I would be saving others from a lot of headaches by telling her someday she's going to be a stripper
i told you that I felt like my feet were melting into the ground and you starting blowing on them to put out the "invisible fire". thanks friend.
I think he was trying to tie my clitoris in a knot with his tongue. So awful.
Vegas is great, yelled at a guy 4 lanes over if he wanted a bj. ended up having sex in a vacant lot. I think he was homeless.
Mom just walked in with a bag of weed and funyuns. I'll talk to you later.
I think I puked in the middle of sex last night if that's any indication as to how drunk I was.
No? The only contact I've had with him for months was when I drunk texted him from Costa Rica to say that all jazz sounds the same
was i wearing any clothes at that point?
socks and a thong
Gov of Georgia is going to allow massage therapists to return to work.
Gives a new meaning to 'Happy Endings'.
I want to get drunk and watch somebody else's tragedy.
Randomize
