I wouldn't call it sex. It's like when you put a plug in a socket half way. It's not all the way in but it still turns on the light.
So what's the moral of this story? Aside from 'lesbians hold grudges'?
eating mexican with the mother in law. this meal made her decide to tell us about her colon cleansing diet
She made me add her as a friend on fb before she got into my bed... I sense a stalker
just saw a former disney star do a keg stand. her life choices have improved.
Thank you for getting us into that car accident. I have had more guys hit on me than ever before because of my broken fingers.
I told him he was, quote: "A big cuddly bear" and he needed to get into my bed or I would set his Golden Retriever free.
I was walking around the party holding a dog on my shoulder like it was a parrot
You took off all your clothes to try on her fur coat and then punched me when I said you couldn't wear it to bed.
I've grown it out to 70s proportions. I'm calling it my chastity pelt.
My mom just asked if I wanted a mimosa when I got out of the bath.
I think everything's gonna be okay.
Facebook just reminded me of the time I found two IHop cheese sticks in my hand bag. Those were the days.
I think I was judged by a squirrel this morning during the walk...
is it fun? or sober?
Bud light made chelada as a breakfast for those of us with class at 8 am
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