I dont know whether to be proud of myself for not driving, or being proud that i was so messed up I couldnt drive
this guy showed up at my house asking for his sword and cape. something tells me i shouldn't drink that much again.
I thought I had fell out of his trailer but he says I tried to ninja kick his TV stand saying those girls hula hooping were trying to seduce him. There wasn't anyone else there.
i do some of my deepest thinking on my wednesday morning walks of shame
I knew it was different as soon as you told me you slept with him and didn't tell me about his dick
WHAT? When did I ever refer to one of my past hookups as "the rainforest guy"?
Having never done that before, When should one expect the horrible shame to end? Days, months, ever?
A week or so, depending on size. In your case, maybe give it a month.
And we won't even have to pay the tab if we die AT the bar. So..win win.
there isn't one for "I'll give you an I'm sorry blowjob" but that's also an option you have. in the meantime here is an emoticon of a caterpillar
I just got a call from the front desk apparently one of my feiends was dropped off by a handicap bus passed out in a wheel chair unlv is goig down
So I've been thinking about this, and I've decided my bed is magic. Every time I change the sheets, a new boy is in my bed. I own the Sheets of Dreams-if I change them, they will come.
I'll be thirty in eight months. I think my goal is too stop changing my pants in the parking lot at work by then.
You either got a dog, or you have a boy over. I can't tell from the noises which it is.
Why did two squirrels just run out from behind the couch?
About that.
This is random but I just wanted to thank you for all the things you taught me sexually in life.
Randomize
