Tell me why I go to the dollar store for nail polish remover and a ghetto black dude trys to hit on me in the parking lot, then he gets in line behind me with a dousche bag literally and that is his only purchase.
You don't have to be emotionally available for a blow job.
He sat on a barstool and did the robot for 3 hours - I'm pretty sure he enjoyed himself.
he's mad because you were 'slandering his penis'.
I don't know what's worse....that fact that my dog ate my vibrator or that he later puked it up on my bed
okay, this game isn't funny anymore. tell us where all the forks are.
I woke up alone at my apt. On the floor with the door wide open, but still. Success.
Watching the gap toothed girl get more ass than me is almost devastating.
He had to carry me to the car. But then sat with me and waited for me to sober up enough to have sex. He's a keeper.
As if right now I am a humanitarian. Full story to come in the morning. It involves sex.
Would fucking the college coach be against recruiting rules?
What is she getting? Last time we talked her behavior was conducive to getting a tramp stamp on her face.
Just found dollar bills in my sheets. What part of the weekend am I forgetting?
Would it be sad if I made a blanket fort to get drunk in till the power came back?
Spoiler alert: my plans for Halloween are going to make our dealer's birthday look like a bunch of mormon ladies having a scrapbooking circle
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