So, how was the dinner
Just like the ex wife, cold, fatty, and expensive.
It is virtually impossible to listen to single ladies and perform any seated task.
The class that normally occupies the room we use for my Monday class had to do posters as if for a Hamlet movie and they pick actors for each character and this person wrote "Robert D. Niro"
the guy that filmed erin andrews naked got 27 months in jail. Every man that's seen it should send him cigs and a nail file baked in a cake. We owe it to him.
i just made a "things you cannot forget to do this week just because you're high" list.
In case you were wondering, transporting lube in a ziploc bag is just as bad of an idea as it sounds.
Say something like you want him to fuck you behind a McDonald's. Guys secretly love weird shit like that.
You tried to get me to kick my booty call out at 3am by tempting me with a trip to ihop
Midnight run for medical supplies ended several hours later with a lapdance to the Braveheart soundtrack.
He did plead exhaustion. And I made him push through it. I am like the motherfucking badass football coach of sex.
I find it worrying that she bit me in bed. Then proceeded to write her name in bite marks. All without ever losing the rhythm of our fucking.
Thank you for not puking on my lap during the first class of the semester. And fuck you for doing it in the second.
It's 3:30pm, I've been out of bed for an hour and spent most of that barfing. We're switching to beer next debate.
I just jerked him off with one hand while holding my wine glass with the other and watching Congo. I feel like this was a preview to my married life...
Quick question—how good are you at digging holes? I mean, besides the one you've dug for yourself. asking for a friend
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