yes i saw that this morning. it was my mailbox.
I'm good, just tired from chardonnay and giving hand jobs.
You'd think after all these years of evolution that it would be longer than a golf pencil.
We've finally come to the understanding that as long as our conversation stays stricaly sexual, we get along.
In retrospect - making it rain salt all over our kitchen was not one of my best ideas.
Totally just asked Dad if I needed to show the real estate guy my tits so he would let us buy the house. I've really got to work on that filtering thing.
Well at least he stopped keeping track of money by bottles of McCormick.
I remember pointing out how smooth my legs were to try to direct his attention away from my vagina.
Currently emptying half-full wine bottles from fridge into my mouth and refilling with water for later. Drunk survivalist recycling!
Holy fuck, spaghetti burritos are the best idea I've ever had.
I have a challenge for you: find out where you are. you will receive Taco Bell if you succeed
I'm more of a "get high and take a bath" kinda guy.
Some nights you just end up digging your mcdouble out of the trash and eating it. it happens.
I'll be honest, this year's Vegas trip will be nothing short of disappointing if there's no repeat of the angry ménage a trios in a closet.
just walked passed a black light...apparently he DID cum.
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