she told me her fantasy was her as a 55 year old cook at a truck stop who smokes a pack a day, and I was the 21 year old illegal immigarnt prep cook.
Apparently I signed "I love you" on my bar tab last night.
yeah. then i thought it would be a good idea to show them how hairy my armpits were, so they'd be distracted from the bush in my pants. EPIC FAIL.
In debating whether or not it's worth getting out of bed and walking 5 feet down the hallway to go to the bathroom before I puke
So... on the count of three, we are going to forget last night ever happened... 1...2...3
I knew the night had taken a turn when we showed up and our flabongo was being chilled in the freezer.
i think he was starting go for a boob grab when we both realized the middle of a public tennis court wasn't the place
were you high?
When?
Actually just blanket yes to that question
Sometimes I hate my life and then I remember I live in the WORLD CAPITAL OF RUM
in the middle of getting head my cat meowed. she looked up , meowed back, and then continued giving me head.
The bottle of Jameson may have been a bit aggressive for a Sunday cookout.
Must say, as a couple, she and I are thrilled that our pretend lesbianism has paid off.
I know I've never told you this before.. but Gyro sauce makes everything okay.
I'm glad you enjoyed the night but why were you calling me "daddy"?
I just made the same noise looking at my salami sandwich as I do hooking up with you.
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