end the night at a gay bar...not sure how...but why the fuck do i have two condoms in my pocket?
Ugh I just know that when I take off his pants his underwear will have Megan's Law written all over them.
Update: no underwear. Greeeeen light.
Um, I don't really remember much about the event... and then I woke up on the metro..
i make up for being a shitty girlfriend by being amazing in bed.
Don't worry. I has chaperone.
he rubbed his balls on my face to wake me up.. this friends with benefits thing is getting out of hand.
I'm more concerned about the fact that I can't feel my gums
Aaaand my life has been reduced to whether I can reach to flush my puke down the toilet using my foot. The answer is yes.
The point remains that this is the setup for some great stories
Or terrible, horrifying, traumatic experiences
great clearly means different things to us
god it feels good to gold a bottle of opiates again.
I think that typo was actually more appropriate than what you intended.
Pretty sure when I woke up the next morning we were still fucking. It just didn't stop.
The doctor said that if they accidentally damage my nerve endings I could permanently lose feeling in my lower jaw.. Honestly the first thing that came to mind was how that would affect my blowjob skills.
Had a dream I dropped the L word and immediately threatened to kill myself
You probably shouldn't be having nightmares about expressing affection
You challenged a dog groomer that she couldn't cut human hair ... How's the shaved head
My new favorite word is dickbag. I think its relevant here. And I say that with all the love in the world.
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