I wouldn't necessarily call it an addiction, more of a passion. I'm habitually passionate.
She's making her own pesto again. Cooking spaghetti in the microwave and "frying" vegetables in the toaster oven. All this while wearing the yellow rubber gloves and saying that the pesto has feelings like a real person. Im terrified.
Definately laid on the floor of the shower this morning drinking the water as it fell on me.
How bad does the situation have to be before its ok to attempt 'catastrophic event sex'?
Think of this as an opportunity. Like Jesus just opened up his closet, and inside is an endless supply of huge, beautiful cock.
nothing worse than walking out of class after 3 hours and having covered exactly zero information
walking out with herpes. that would be worse
so the photographer said "let's get a picture of the cousins" so we posed together, and then he said " lets get a picture of the couples" So we posed together.
My time here is complete. I think I have now thrown up in every major degree programs building
They shoved things up my nose I feel violated
You're wonderful. How are you always such a good friend?
50% genetics, 50% driven by a desire for people to drunkenly eat donuts at my funeral and then have fantastic cry-sex afterward.
Ya. My thumbs are those buffalo's, but my legs are spirits and my torso is that Indian guys and my head is the eagle
The thought "Ummm which pants am I wearing? ...I *am* wearing pants, right?" just ran through my head. I'm done. So done.
Hey buddy, turns out those were the PB&shroomwiches, soooo you may want to reconsider dinner with your girlfriends family tonight...
Just found a pair of vomit-soaked socks in my purse, three days after the party... Now I know why my wallet was wet.
Two questions: Did you enjoy your birthday present and how did i wake up with glitter all over my dick?
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