Its a long story, but I have superglue on my tongue
that would combine my 3 fave things. christmas funfetti and paul simon
I'm having post traumatic stress flashbacks of last night. That big. Don't know whether to call him again or change my name...
There was an ice luge. Lets just leave it at that.
she has like 12 pairs of underwear people left at her house from the other night
The cab driver is now flexing at a red light...
Must say, as a couple, she and I are thrilled that our pretend lesbianism has paid off.
I met his dad. Turns out he was a one nighter from the nurses conference in Vegas. Not sure how to handle this one.
Clearly, you already have. Both of them.
It all started because he put my damn phone in his pants. By his crotch nonetheless.
We fucked. Had a political debate. I won. So I sat on his face.
we had sex in his office so i figured it was appropriate to like his company's page on facebook
If she didn't block me, she would have known that I sneezed on her toothbrush.
I just don't think it's that outlandish to ask that I don't get messages from my husband at 8:30pm on a Wednesday telling me he peed on our cat
Ah Christ I think I've reached the single life mentality 100%. I just inquired a photographer about a photo shoot with my dog.
Being single again makes you realize how guys can go from licking your asshole one night to never texting you again
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