We walked because you started screaming when you finally realized he wasn't Ben Bailey and it wasn't the Cash Cab.
Ya know, I lied. I wouldn't mess with him. Not because of the crazy/rehab issues... but because he wears tank-tops.
So... he formspringed me a link to every nude pic ive taken since he 8th grade. ive evolved nicely. but im nervous as to how this a website.
Um, so I couldn't say it in person, but if you find my underwear in your office. Sorry. I couldn't find them, so yea.
I always give him head in random places, it's a guessing game for his cock.
Should I have a moral quandary about Skyping topless with him while his son slept in the other room?
I finally fell asleep and like an hour later he wakes me up and says "I've always to be woken up w a blowjob." Um, that's not how it works asshole.
Just think of your bundle of joy thats on its way. And how hes gunna rip your vagina apart
Die.
In the middle of having sex she stopped, said "guess what, it's clitoris awareness week" and then continued fucking me
I mean, who doesn't have an ex involved with bath salts?
I swear to god if I see a single piece of genitalia I'm driving back to LI and smacking you back to the Italian Renaissance
I feel like asking for a towel for after I puke before I puke to be more respectful than jus going outside to puke and coming back inside covered in sweat and tears.
Maybe if I ever do become a counselor, I would just implement a kind of intensive meme therapy.
You wanna explain to me why there is a banana shoved down my pants?
I came home and drank a bottle of wine in the bathtub. I have AMAZING coping skills!!
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