He is either going to be in my pants or get a restraining order against me.
you probably should not have drank the wine that everyone spits out. and the sad part, that was not even your low point last night
You're barking up the wrong lesbian.
Thanks for putting pants on me last night. And for calling me a princess.
I don't see what kind of idea someone could get from an envelope covered in jesus stickers and a note from a person and their dog. I'd say crazy person alert before flirting.
I feel like someone kicked me repeatedly in the ribs. I don't think sex is supposed to do that.
The bouncer was just about to kick Sarah out for getting with this guy 'too physically'. I told him that was 'her style' and he let them stay. Banter.
BTW rolling him off the couch and onto that tarp was pure genius. He definitely pissed himself last night.
Maybe next year when I'm 30 I will be over puking at lunch on Fridays. Maybe
I mean, I already put pants on today. We're already halfway there
Summers almost over and we haven't golfed, got naked or had sex yet. Let's do all three in one day, no particular order.
Never has jello made me angry to the point of drinking. But here I am.
My puke in the shower morning just turned into a puke in the restroom at work afternoon. I'm the human embodiment of dumpster fire.
So is seeing the guy's penis that I'm talking to something you're into or nah?
we're having rib night followed by a cultural enlightenment party
whats a cultural enlightenment party
we eat nachos and drink margaritas and tequila till we pass out
Randomize
