Its about making memories worth repressing
He kept asking me to take off my bra and I sat up so he could. He fumbled with it for a few minutes and when I sighed and went to undo it he goes, "Yeah, you got this."
His internet searches, listed chronologically: sex slave, volunteer sex slave, lava
you kind of just crawled on top of him. that was the point at which i became concerned with how drunk you were.
for future reference: playing drunken strip-twister is a euphemism for a threesome. just thought you should know.
I think a used vibrator from amazon.com is a great valentines day gift foe my ex.
Just orgasmed in traffic. Starting to have feelings for my commute.
if by "adventure" you actually mean "getting ridiculously high and shaving our legs," then yes.
I tried snowmobiling at 2 am. I broke my glasses. You're right. Things do get out of control.
She went to her drug test stoned.
And strangely enough, we all know she'll pass it.
All of my exes are either overweight and neckbearded or dead. Someone out there is looking out for me.
I woke up today in my boxers hugging a log and realized that I think I've gotten close enough to nature. I really need to stop doing shrooms with you
Its perfect, I supply the pot she makes the brownies. I love the culinary dept.
There. Isnt. A. Single. Person. Who. Is. Not. High. At. Church.
On another note, I think my upstair neighbor is having sex. How awkward would it be if I showed up to her door with a bag of Chipotle?
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