i googled "where to have sex in disneyland." i found nothing.
Some guy said that sham wows were the same as regular shammys. needless to say you had to be restrained. you kept trying to 'slap chop' him.
so...he totally just used scissors to cut up the weed. a wet paper towel to moisten the blunt....and a blow dryer so it wouldn't be wet. this dude either has the worst case of OCD or has the potential to be the next martha stewart.
she reminds me of the kind of girl who'd fuck in church if you asked. I can dig it.
I probably shouldn't have slept with him. I feel like that may have given him the wrong idea.
i cant cry in cvs. not again.
So, i took all the condoms from his nightstand, not in the crazy ex way, but in the I paid for them way.
Can we end it on a good note at least? Can we fuck and then never talk again?
I don't know where I am and I feel like a hippo shat in my mouth. This sofa is comfy though.
Note to self: if you decide to go to the gym when you're coming down from your day high to shoot some hoops, do NOT play pickup basketball with the big black dudes who need a sixth
IS NO AN EMOTION BECAUSE THAT'S WHAT I'M FEELING RIGHT NOW
So I crawled off the trampoline to puke in the neighbors yard. Wonderful house guest right here
Anyways enough about genital fatigue...
You're going to love the baby's room.
I doubt it. I can't have sex there anymore. That severely limits the appeal of the room to me.
I just thought you should know... Instead of a glass of wine before bed I am having a few shots of 1800. This is what being a night shift nurse will do to you... Standing in your kitchen in your undies doing shots
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