How many nights a week you wake up with sticky boxers cause you were dreaming of Clay Aiken? Your wife mad?
dude you just took shreks wife home. what the fuck is wrong with you
when a bears hungry he eats besides shes got her nipples pierced
my weekend in 10 words or less: hot friend of a friend, open bar, beach house, sore. In that order too.
We all have a cross to bear. Yours just happens to be attracting gay men.
Agreed. And i highly doubt it could be awkward. You do remember our introduction was a direct result of you mentioning your affinity for my genitals, right?
She shouted out halfway through "that costume does nothing to hide your cock". Last time we let her drink at the theatre.
All I know is she had me sitting on the kitchen floor with her little Pomeranian eating potato chips And shredded cheese. I don't even know dude. I don't even know.
As I sit on the toilet at 4 am I realize tonight could have gone a lot better
Like not in a "I wanna have sex with you way" more like a "I wanna cuddle your mustache way"
He took a picture with a naked dude. I think he just walked out of that deep ginger closet.
But here's the wonderful thing about us. It's us. You could invite me over, get really wasted and end up sleeping with someone else and id be there in the morning to take you to breakfast.
At this point i guess a traditional, non-life-threatening pity fuck is too much to ask for
Also I am throwing a blaZer over what I wore to bed and calling it an outfit.
I cannot believe I am seriously having a conversation about my best friend's sexual prowess as a dream lesbian.
Her oh Gods turned into oh god I shouldn't be doing this I'm engaged.
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