so we had a 20 minute conversation and created the fb page WWND (what would Nana do?) last night after we took our Ambien...that is my definition of an overachiever
She can't drink and she can't smoke weed. She might as well be dead to me.
he told me my vagina was like a beautiful piece of salami
The last thing I said to him last night before telling him he couldn't give me a kiss goodnight was pointing at his dick then at me and saying "this isn't working out"
it wasn't sex so much as.....a disastrously uncomfortable sexual experience
I need to stop going to bars and yelling "I could be teaching your kids one day, bitches!"
So his 25th anniversary post of love to his wife was almost verbatim what he said to me last week. Does that mean I win or lose?
Please keep in mind you are asking relationship advice from a girl who fucked a guy just because we have the same name. Just keep that in mind.
He called my boobs fluffy. Part sexy part pilsbury dough boy. Part sexy pilsbury dough boy. I'm so confused. And flattered?
I am the murdurer of this scooby doo episode
We banged in my car doggy style with my head out the window. The sky was marvelous and I saw a shooting star. Its destiny; we're meant to fuck forever.
Do you know this guy sitting in front of us? Asking for my vagina.
You looked at the bouncer while you pissed on the front door of the bar and said...who the fuck are you?
where are you guys?
stoned at his house watching water boil
guess who smoked weed with their grandpa tonight. and no it wasn't me.
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