I guess there's a 50 percent chance that it was her that wet my bed.
You did not just play the dead husband card again.
She has her iPod in her ears slippers and sweats on and is walking around the house up and down the stairs getting "exercise" she just stopped for a water break
He just kept yelling woof and then threw money all over me...
then you gave the doctors and nurses bloody high fives
Wednesday. Otherwise known, to you at least, as "there are two gay men in my bed" day.
he walked down the highway for 3 miles at 4 am, and got me coffee on the way. i dont think a blow job would have been enough.
He just ordered a bottle of Beam at an Italian place for us to share.
I am assuming I was his dirty Mardi Gras mistake and I can live with that
I feel like I just need to fuck him after all his effort. like a "hey man good try" like those kids who get last place and still get a trophy.
I woke up snuggling a bottle of water while Hercules played on Netflix. Whiskey Wednesdays
This morning I found four opened yet full beers on my desk and my towel rack pulled off the wall and in bed with me
And here I thought that was one nut sack too many
I'm on the fast track to lesbian land
We were in a bathroom while 4 dudes compared dick piercings.
Buffalowww
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