Richard, I just read on your Twitter account that you have enjoyed a, "Much needed post birthday smoothie..."...A bit revealing, no?
i had the deer in headlights look when she walked in and i was digging in her hamper
Fact: Telling a guy he has erectile dysfunction doesn't solve the problem.
She kept saying "I'm going to hell" the entire time we were fucking. I really wasn't sure what to do... so I agreed with her.
That was definitely the right answer.
I understand that I gave you a nose bleed with a cheeto last night and for that I apologize
Breakfast=the leftover margarita in my car. Have a great day.
And then you'll find yourself a hot chick and leave me behind with nothing but my back fat to keep me company.
So I did end up texting him last night... I asked him how he felt about haircuts... not sure where I was going with that one?
Grandma is giving me marriage advice again. On the plus side, she thinks I'm straight now.
i don't even know why we got arrested this time. i think the cops just like our company at this point
It's meant to be, Cynthia. You, him, and your developed breasts are meant for each other.
He was pretty bad, I wanted pizza the whole time.
I saw an episode of cops that had one of my ex husbands on it.
uh...sober saturday NEVER has a good ring to it.
why the hell are you crying over taco bell?
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