It's not real sex if he's just convulsing inside of you.
the new term for farting is butt boxing.
it's business casual sex. like no kissing, shake hands after, occasional frequency
Nothing better then your mother meeting someone you randomly had sex with and him introducing himself as the guy who rocked her world once.
about to try to wax my asshole... wish me luck
I am currently in the waffle making stage of highness
just customized my debit card w a pic of me ralphing over the toilet. figure it'll give the bar keep a good cut off est and for shits n giggles when buying my handles at the liqour store
How do you feel about fucking me quick and then me leaving to go do arts and crafts?
HE'S EATING THE CONFETTI. STOP HIM NOW.
You told me you would ride a pig into the night sky screaming, "I wear my sunglasses at night"
It's a strange mix of shame and pride every time I pee at the bar and still see my lipstick on the bathroom wall...
Do me a favor and don't mention him I feel like Regina George and I just want to scream I made him
You start to question your party girl tendencies when you're wearing the same shirt you wore the night before to work and you're trying to get last nights Jell-O shot off the sleeve on your way to work
so i realized that he's only my physical relationship and beer is my emotional relationship...
Verdict: uncircumcised.
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