Hi
Babe...You're really smothering me right now
i love that when i tell my kids and grandkids about how we first met it will be about this little thing called a "poke" on facebook
you sang the finger bang song from south park while fingering me. needless to say, kind of a turn off.
I tried to explain to him that we just wanted a stereotypical black friend to be in our group. He didn't take it too well... Never take me to the bar again.
I threw a jar of pickles out the window at a police car, why was that not a good enough reason to put me to bed?
He did the "not my house dance." Apparently it involves spreading cereal on the floor and then grinding into the carpet in bare feet while singing "not my house" over and over and dancing.
I remembered to bring wine in a nalgene bottle, but I forgot sunscreen and water. I'm starting to question my life decisions.
Second wind. Either that or my heart is about to explode. I'm hoping the first one.
I wonder if her husband knows I have my own drawer at the apartment
How do you feel? I threw up in a towel. Also, a lot of other things.
But here's the wonderful thing about us. It's us. You could invite me over, get really wasted and end up sleeping with someone else and id be there in the morning to take you to breakfast.
So I put a beer on your bed and jumped on th3 other side of the bed like in the commercials. You my good sir, owe me a budweiser that your bed drank.
our relationship was basically a one night stand, with a three week long, morning after
Remember the thing I sent you? "Often complex problems are best solved by thinking like an animal." Hump away!
I definitely don't remember licking the drag queens boob.
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