just as he was about to cum he started shouting "I THINK I CAN! I THINK I CAN!" over and over again.
Well, she's officially disappointed in me. I have it writing.
He's still filling me in on the details. mid-table dance i asked to go water skiing?
I feel like the other woman.
You ARE the other woman.
So I realized I was officially over him when I was getting a lap dance on the keg bus at 3am from his old boss and I was double fisting:)
What shirt can I wear out that says 'I may have a broken arm, but it's not the one I give handjobs with'?
I think the solution to your phobia is an open relationship with your dildo. about the same responsibility as a pet rock
YES. YOU ARE GOING TO HAVE SEX WITH ME WHILE I SING LES MIS.
I'm going to start referring to my liver is Livy. I feel like if I give it an affectionate nickname it will hate me less. Livy isn't ready for syllabus week.
I think we all know your liver needs a man's name.
A group of drunk Marines just serenaded me, never leaving this place
he's had a change of heart. and besides, we could use a laugh.
oh, well, if you all need a good laugh, by all means endanger my life.
It was bitter sweet because I woke him up with sex but then I peed in his bed with him in it
Apparently I called him, said "vodka" and then hung up on him.
He walked in wearing nothing but a WWF belt and yelled "THE CHAMP... IS... HEEERE!!!"
Sounds good. I'm hoping to have my life together by next week but you never know I guess.
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