A squiggle pen was my first vibrator back when I was young. I would lock myself in my bedroom with that thing. Oh to be 8 again.
I'm not saying I want a booty call. I just want what Cory and Topanga had.
Every now and then I'll talk to a creeper for an extended amount of time. Randy, for instance, funded our entire night of horrible decisions.
Sorry I had passed out by this time I think, with the chicken fingers ON my face in my bed, with all the lights on, and ketchup all over.
Just proof I should've brought the airhorn with me to class.
He would stand there for a few seconds with a blank look on his face then randomly start running full sprint towards macdonalds. We'd catch him and he'd promise to stop so we'd let him go and he'd do it again.
We're past the whole "Did she just try to finger my ass?" Stage. Now it's encouraged.
New development. Drinking at work is so easy and awesome I might have to do it everyday.
Not going to lie- I'm a little freaked out camping right now. This is one of those high activities you don't do by yourselves...or close to bears
ask me again when I'm sobewr aka tuesday
Sorry about all of the penis things that happened last night.
You rolled onto your side and told me 'this is the recovery position'. That was after you were stoned. You've done this way too much.
you got drunk, told him he looked like shaggy and said 'I wouldn't show you my mystery machine for all the scooby snacks in the world'
Now with the essential back story, I can empathize. Sorry about your beer and butthole.
I got off F O U R times, just because he wanted to hear me moan. He is my hero.
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