no, he's only a walking dick if he mans up. right about now he's just a walking transgender.
turns out the website for Dick's Sporting goods is not "dicks.com". It was a win either way.
We just saw a waitress walk by with a tray of bacardi and whipped cream.
Whoever ordered that deserves a pat on the back and the "classiest customer" award
just thinking about him makes my vagina shudder.
it was only during my walk of shame that i realized i was wearing the exact same outfit that julia roberts wears on the dvd cover or pretty woman. prostitution is my destiny.
Walking back from greek row alone at 3:30am in a child's kangaroo suit...not my proudest moment
she drove 3 hrs one way just to sleep with me. I felt bad complaining about paying for condoms.
I think he offered to cook me dinner or cook me for dinner. Not really sure. Just smiled and nodded.
In either case, seeing now as it's basically two couples, unless we're planning to have a good old fashion orgy I think this isn't going to work out so well.
It's official. This guy and I are going gay for each other. We're tasting the fucking rainbow.
Its like I've been given a sexual blank check.
I do NOT want my proposal story to start "...he was peeing on me and then..."
I think he's like Cher he's going to live forever but not as scary looking
I was sitting here smiling wondering why i'm so fucking happy at work. cookie has kicked in
So I came to the conclusion that who ever pour my ever clear out saved my life
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