I think I saw a glimmer of recognition, but she must not have been able to make me out through all of her whorishness.
The drunk teletubby stumbling out of the place tipped me off..
You leave me no choice. Your vagina is grounded. It can just sit there and think about what it's done.
Oh man, buzzed lunch fridays almost got out of hand.
Eating pizza and drinking wine while I watch the Victoria's Secret Fashion Show. The wine is for reducing the pain of falling asleep with more insecurities than what I woke up with.
I like to play this game where I try to reach orgasm before my bathtub overflows....lost tonight.
That's good. Don't want to see you bellydancing in prison for homemade wine.
I think my nap took me to another dimension
Rome wasn't built in a day - my bedroom skills weren't obtained in some boring monogamous relationship. Same thing. Right?
Power lunch with dad, pain pills and tequila shots. Dad does Monday hard.
Question: When you have the names of 4 guys tattoo'd on you, how do you make the 5th one real special?
One day, I might be old and married wishing I could bang everyone... and that'll be a problem. So I feel in my heart it's something I need to do.
Fucking suck it up and drink your feelings like a normal human being.
I'm wearing a sports bra. Of course I'm not getting laid tonight.
I kept screaming that he looked like Khal Drogo and rode around the bar on his back.
Randomize
