I just had sex in the back of an ambulance. Call me.
I sometimes wonder how many of the girls I know have done anal...and why none of them have ever dated me.
Brogan sounds similar to Bridget...sorta.
Every girl's name is automatically translated to "Baby/Milk Carrier" in my brai
After last night's events, I googled "how to change your life direction." I found a really helpful ehow.com article.
woke up on the kitchen floor in the recovery position. at least drunk me remembered sober me's emt training
he kept doing his monologue, "if a vagina could talk."
The man who lives downstairs is fluent in Russian, and also a playboy. You should meet.
I can't wait for you to tell me about your sex.
It's a short, short story.
Update: just imagined being dirty talked to in an Irish brogue and I think my vagina became a sentient being.
Did we actually play with swords last night or did I dream that?
i said cake fell into my bra, you stood up and yelled "Im coming soldier", leaped acrossed the couch and started motorboating my boobs. i would have been cool with it if your mom didnt keep calling me the "lesbiainizer"
He is 6'5, went to a Christian school and he's a violinist....I'm going to fuck the jesus right out of him.
her idea of a romantic time is a bottle of jager, some Guacamole and chips.
can't go wrong with guac.
everything I love is going to destroy me, so if coconuts are the answer, so be it.
So, do I need to remind you to keep it classy tonight?
No, because if you have to be reminded it isn't classy.
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