I love how its suddenly "not all about sex" now that he can't get it up
My mom is wearing Ed Hardy. There aren't words.
we were so desperate we resorted to lego blocks. nuff said.
weed brownie and a latte, breakfast of champions
I think it was the chocolate body paint and awesome blowjob that finally made us official.
im drinking italian dressing and watching dexter. its 230am. lets never drink on sundays again.
NEVERCLEAR, NEVER AGAIN.
How did our waiter from olive garden end up passed out drunk in my roommate's bed?
Hate to say it and even though I definitely have a biased opinion but I'm surprised your not, sleeping with anyone else. Good personality, charisma and amazing in the sack.
Feel free to use me as a reference.
When people ask about my bruises, I'm just going to say it was a doorknob. Or possibly a group of doorknobs. Angry doorknobs.
I was galloping around pretending to give birth to pbrs. I could have used a mask.
151 hangover. Need apocalypse.
I just want to pat him on the head, bake him some cookies, and reassure him that, someday, he will get laid.
My goal for the weekend: procure a blowjob using only stern glances, hand gestures, and crudely-drawn stick figures.
I am pants-free in the living room. This is liberating.
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