Nope, Im Irish and pissed with some drunk mixed in...therefore punching things is the best solution to every problem.
do you think he would believe thats it not really my period, and that i ate a lot of licorice?
And by hung out you mean you were in my bed for 5 minutes while your penis was in my mouth.
He asked if I smoke and I said "only fools like you on the basketball court!" Then I started crying. I think I'm about to have my period.
I had to drink a couple beers this morning so I could attend the keg race. Hangover had to dissipate or it wasn't happening.
All you need to know is that isn't jizz
Dude... You called me at 3am to tell me you still had your pants.
Things I have learnt this week: bubble mix is toxic. Extremely toxic.
I don't fucking know. I'm out stimulating the economy. Not locked in a room with a marker board.
Oh at the liquor store again?
I lowered my expectations when he started off saying "ah missionary, my specialty"
is there a line between daddy kink and oedipus complex?
Ughh I think I'll just sit here in the dark and wallow in self-pity while drinking wine and knitting scarves for my future cats.
She was sitting on the couch in his tux jacket...no pants, eating cold vegetable lasagna. Yet I'm the weirdo?
I would climb him like a jungle gym. Enthusiastically and creatively.
Now all my porn is stored in my parents’ basement. It’s like a part of my soul is boxed up
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