It was so romantic--he turned me around to face the sunset during doggy-style over the couch back.
70 feet underwater and I sharted my wetsuit, Tide pen won't clean this up.
since i spend so many of my nights sleeping on the bathroom floor i think im going to remove all toiletries from under my sink and replace them with a pillow and blanket.
So, I picked up my 7 ft tall lamp post and used it to close my door. I feel quite accomplished.
So..I walked into his bathroom and found a bong and a blender in the shower.....normal?
Funny how often beer equates to second degree burns on some portion of my body.
The only thing I really remember is repeating "I hope I still have a job on Monday". Oh and pulling my boob out of my dress.
So I take it the company Christmas dinner went well then...
He was just laying on the stairs and then screamed, "Is that a clubhouse?" I haven't seen him since
whoooo knowwsss what george of the jungle juice is but i feel like im in the promised land
He chipped a tooth on the first beer. You know the night is just going to be a slushy mess after that.
I'll reiterate. Best drinking game ever. I shall teach it to my children's children
So unless we're getting married, I can't see him cry AND have sex with him. It just doesn't work like that.
At some point he mentioned fried rice and take out... I don't think we know how sexting works
We discussed how many times we've passed out during sex. The answers may shock you.
What the fuck dude? Now it's a "who is this?" convo going back and forth. Like... helllloooo you just sent me a picture of your penis! I'm entitled to ask who the fuck it is. I can't verify an identity by a body part.
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