To answer your question of whether I "went back," tits just informed me I was kicked out for falling off my barstool and passing out on the floor...
We were drinking cognac with TAB. I felt like trailer park royalty.
I think his glow in the dark Star Wars sheets, at the time, really turned me on.
that's almost as bad as that time i almost ashed in a baby carriage
The rest of us are chipping in to soundproof your bedroom. This is getting ridiculous.
What should we drink tonight, I'm in the mood to be judged
I ate all his french fries. He was no longer useful to me.
I feel like telling him your vigina was older than him was not a good pick up line.
I walk in and my roomie is fucking her bf while wearing lingerie and minnie mouse ears. Right in the childhood.
Blow job season was short but glorious.
We had sex and then I offered him a cookie...while he was still inside of me. Basically he's in love
I found a bar with Metallica and a fire eater. I'm home
What am I supposed to say? "Hey remember last spring when I did an ergonomic assessment on your office, well here's an ergo for your dick."
Should I apologize for the loud sex I had in his living room? Because I'm not going to.
Definitely not.
Oh, and Harry Potter. We could be fuck-and-Harry-Potter buddies.
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