Stephanie. Problem. I think if I had met Murphy before Ben I would have fucked him instead.
Don't worry about your Murphy feelings. I may have fucked him no matter what.
He wrote my name on his dick, took a picture and then said "this has your name written all over it!"
My ferret is drunk. Someone told me you'd know what to do?
You should ask if we are margaritasing tomorrow. and yes i did just turn that into a verb
so this was truly a case of the blacked out leading the blacked out.
I knew he was a nice guy, because when we switched positions he flipped the mattress so I wouldn't have to lay in a pool of his sweat.
I think he finally resigned to the fact he could not get off. He just looked at me and said "I'm having testicle difficulties," rolled over and passed out.
All I remember is doing a naked tuck and roll of your bed.
I woke up naked under desk at her apt once during my freshman year. I should have known that friendship was of a different breed...
Let's buy some Wrangler jeans and be real live men.
She found the planted magnum condom..once she figured it out it was too late.
I'm sorry you caught us fucking in your bathroom. If it makes you feel any better when I tried to put my pants back on I dropped them in the toilet.
His middle name is Julius so I named his penis Caesar and told him he has to say "Hail Caesar!" whenever he comes. He didn't seem to like the idea, though.
We knew it was an interesting night when we found my thong wrapped around a chocolate chip muffin in the fridge.
My drug dealer just told me goodnight...I still don't know his name. But I guess you can say we've moved to the next step.
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