i hope S**** or M***** or someone took note of the fact that i was drinking popov like water and could no longer form sentences. i mean, dont get me wrong i had been thinking about boning R*** long before my sobriety left the picture but the number of reasons not to, outweighed the temptation and without sir robert burnett as R***'s wingman, it would have never happened
I spilled a beer on myself, so I went back to my place to change. The city marshall was at my door with a warrant. That beer cost me 760 bucks.
what, no i told him that it wasnt nessesary to put all 5 fingers in my vagina
On this egg donor form, it asks "In the past 5 years, have you had sex for drugs or money?" It only gives a yes or no option and no place to explain myself. What do I do?
Game over. He has a paternity test request on his table.
When it gets to the point that I'm more comfortable being naked at his house than my own, it's time to readdress the fuckbuddyship.
Needing to keep one leg on the floor during sex so you dont spin should qualify for some kind of drunk award.
He's so young, I keep getting a mental image of him in footie pajamas. It's cute but it's wrong. Or is it?
So if you ever need to know a guy who knows a guy who knows a guy that can put a 24oz beer can up his ass... Hit me up...
I have bruises all over from falling so much last night, I even have bruises on my arms from them picking me up off the street.. Oh vodka nights.
He shattered his pelvis base jumping so his dicks out of commission for 4 months. Your up, second string.
Just hooked up my fuck buddy with a job working for my dad...this can only end bad.
You have to give it to him that he fucked me out of the dull weekdays.
You told his date she had the tits to be a stripper and the personality to be the pole. Of course he's pissed off.
Now the fun stuff starts.
Someone is losing a finger.
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