By getting ready I mean putting baby powder in my hair and possibly changing my pajamas to another pair of pajamas
The only bad thing about this relationship... my forearm strength is dwindling
Boxed wine mondays was one of our finer ideas
No she had like 2 shots and started ironing her clothes and whispering random shit in my ear
When you hit the 45 minute mark of any argument about The Flintstones, you have to realize: it's no longer you arguing, it's the cocaine arguing.
I woke up with a half eaten bag of lettuce in my hand, wearing my Halloween costume from last year. Damn you tequila.
It was a group decision to take your pants off. Took a solid 10 minutes. No more skinny jeans while drinking.
Stand up sex. Extremely, extremely difficult. I now know how pointe dancers feel.
She kicked in my bedroom door in only high-heals with a bottle of wine, announcing it was "cock-o-clock"
She told me about it right after. She said she was scared I would be disappointed. And I was, but I pretended not to be. Which pretty much sums up our relationship.
That would be a dream come true. Seriously, he's like my mount everest, my life's ambition is to climb him.
just once I'd like to not pass out before we leave the designated pre-drinking place
Wow. Last night.
I knew you were shit blasted when you called me your "sunflower queen"
We really gotta wear capes to the bar more often...
He ate me out for my sailor moon manga and I gave him a blowjob for his Devilman manga. Pretty sweet deal imo
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