Text. Mid BJ. 8 points.
Proposition. Sex. No words, no talking about it later. I just want you tonight.
Last night I ate the rest of the salsa with my hands. And i DONT have a hangover? Glorious.
I just fell off my chair and knocked over the table. People are staring. That hungover.
My goal of the day is to not shit myself. That's it. Setting the bar real low
Quick question. What's the protocol on going back to a bar after going home with one of their bartenders?
Go back and try to find another to go home with.
I think he offered to cook me dinner or cook me for dinner. Not really sure. Just smiled and nodded.
My walk of shame this morning would have been much less obvious if it hadn't been 6:30 in the morning and I wasn't walking through downtown Nashville in a Steeler jersey.
When I took off my jeans he became more excited about my Elmo underwear than sex but to be fair, who can blame him. They're awesome undies.
It was like in the Christmas carol when the guy pulls his robe back and 2 small children appear... except this time it was a massive scrotum
LESSON OF THE DAY: Saying Everclear gets you out of explaining anything.
We should have a mid-burrito sex-break, too. Just so we don't get too full all at once
Good point.
I did something very bad. More specifically, my boss.
I’ve got a closet full of cosplay outfits and horny boytoy to help me ride out this pandemic
So, my first week in Saskatchewan ended with me drinking moonshine and getting eaten out in a tractor. I already love it here!
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