ya ever know whats down there. always send some fingers in first to scout the situation. fingers are not used for pleasure. they're used for covert missions.
That level of neurosis does not find love outside of Grey's Anatomy.
my mother and i just seriously had a convorsation about why you cant Google "Refurbished Dildos"
you know its a sad night when you can actually see and hear sitcoms on at the bar
You'll be proud of me
Who did you not have sex with
Damn it...you know me too well
You brought out the iron board layed it on the ground in the middle of everyone and passed out for the night
His hands were made for my vagina.
I'll come out for a little. I can't be visibly hungover at work again or I get written up and fired. And yes, I am aware of how alcoholic that sounds.
Every shot buddy I have I end up blowing. I don't know whether this pattern is good or bad.
He's trying to marry me, when is the appropriate time to tell him my real name and that Dallas is a completely fictitious slutty alter ego? I need the advice of someone with morals.
Don't stress. That was a joke. I'd trust my pets with no one else. Accidents happen. Sometimes things go smoothly when you help a neighbor out and sometimes you electrocute their fish. Life is funny that way.
He's a loser but she says we just don't see the good stuff about him. It's like she's dating the Charlie Brown Christmas Tree.
That's not "anything", that's you deep throating a mozzarella stick.
my nurturing instincts told me to take his clothes off
It was great. We stayed up all night talking about objects he'd put in his theoretical vagina.
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