If I was Danny Tanner and my wife died and left me with three kids I would hire a nanny rather than bringing in the sexually promiscuos uncle with a fetish for leather and rebellion and my obviously mentally ill (possibly gay) best friend Joey, who has never had a girlfriend and consistently talks in cartoon voices... a nanny is just a better choice
you're bored at work aren't you?
I'm toying with the idea of beating off under my desk
And then I have a slight inkling that I went up to the bar and tried to order the bartender.
I may have pooped in your shoe. or somewhere else in your closet. its unclear.
Valium party in the driveway. Attendance: 1. Don't make me do this alone.
Give me one reason I shouldn't put the phrase "sex emotions" into my essay.
No.
Ummm Im the uneducated alcoholic of the group... if I say its a bad idea, its probably a bad idea.
I opened my door to find him standing there with vodka, McDonalds, a smile and a hard-on. Of course I let him in.
Nvm, he just almost drank his drink from last night, his drink that has the condom in it. Kinda answers my question.
apparently, dueling with garden tools in Home Depot is strictly frowned upon
I'm eating pizza in the bathtub
I have peed in a lot of sinks
He deliberately gets me high because he knows I fuck better and then I make food for two. I don't know if I should feel mad or proud of him for thinking that far.
I texted him: “Come over for the Super Bowl. I promise lots of scoring.”
My divorce is turning into a porn script
I just woke up in a prom dress on your bathroom floor, yea I'm 32.
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