I don't know what's more sad: The fact that he fingered the side of my leg, or the fact that the side of my leg feels like a vagina.
Sorry I couldn't answer your call, I'm expecting a call from Chris Hansen.
I'm guessing you didn't end up going to the bar last night.
Nope. Ended up at what I believe was a slumber party down the street.
he sent her a picture of his penis to show that he "trusts her" or some shit like that..well she showed it to me, and let me just tell you..it looked like a freaking slug or something. creepiest penis i've ever seen. hands down
Now would be a great time to stop wondering " Who let the dogs out" and go to sleep
So my game is weak??
If your game is "Lets have sex, and maybe pizza" then yes.
Like what kind of adult things? Whats more adult than drinking at 2pm on a monday?
she's crying and begging for her chapstick and insisting on walking home...her every thursday ritual
Nope if you can't be there for me emotionally, then my vagina can't be there for you physically. That's my rule.
If I pissed all over some chicks bed I would probably apologize for getting so wasted, not putting out, and turning into a god damn R. Kelly Cinderella... Not ask for coffee and a ride home.
But the Super Mario beer pong table is more than appropriate.
I'd apply for another job, but "staring out windows crying" is not a hot qualification right now.
This is the Santa Claus of hangovers. It just keeps giving.
No just a slight sexual miscommunication which led to a little (lot) vomiting by one party and a bruised sternum on the other party involved.
I can't even make a guess how that goes.
Jesus I should have learned from my first marriage not to get married again
My house exploded and with it all my pot went up in smoke.
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