No, that was before the police came, but after the hooker.
and when he finished he started shouting "swim boys SWIM"
Well he's not exactly single.. It's like an open relationship his wife doesn't know about
They were going around the house breaking things and screaming "Not my house!"
Well besides you comparing him to your dead cat, I'd say it was fine.
Not sure if he was actually hot or hot in a "he brought a live chicken to the party" kinda way but I got his # regardless
fact: I now appreciate my drunken winter self even more. I just found $20 in my winter coat with a note that says keep yourself warm next winter. I am awesome.
Overall win. We all know who got to sleep on the concrete outside of Denny's with you.
She gives the worst handjobs, it was like raw meat on a cheese grater
I know he'd never cheat on me. It'd be like choosing Mexican tap water over Patron.
I've lost every trace of self esteem. Even sneaking a BJ in the coffee room has lost it's luster.
The awkward moment your booty call shows up to the Mexican restaurant and realizes you just picked burritos over pussy
I think I'm so comfortable in my sexual relationship because he mostly wants to see me naked with large plates of bacon tastefully placed upon my body
I know. I know. He'll be weekday dick.
she just kept straddling the railing to the stairs and shouting "come on Seabiscuit, lets win this for America."
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