Whatever it was. it was pregnant.
On an unrelated note: I'm also a big advocate of the "never waste a boner" theory.
There were slices of bread pasted to the wall with peanut butter this morning. I don't want to know
When you put it that way it sounds like my vagina is a parking garage to be monitored by security guards
obviously he wasnt ready for this jelly and you can quote me on that
he knocked a glass of water onto my bed and then said that he should get to sleep on the dry side because he was "a guest"
So coach him. No guy wants to admit being unsure of something in bed. It's a man-law or something.
We're having Wednesday-night goat-night at the bar.
It's hard to explain...
Some guy just ordered at Cosmo and 2 screwdrivers in the sky club at 8:30 am. I'm starting to feel a lot better about my alcoholism
just woke up. hair smells like weed and bbq. shins are bruised. vague memory of us chasing deer at the park at 3 am. fill me in on what exactly happened.
I was blacked out when we met, so basically this will be a blind date.
Just want the two of you to know, I went to a golf tournament today. Respectable, expensive… Flipped the golf cart. Seriously, I'm 40. What the fuck?
I never truly understood the phrase ball is life until I started having to balance NBA finals and all these men with balls i'd like to handle.
so is it socially acceptable to send her an "i got my man back you whore" card?
It's to the point where if a guy can so much as find my clit, I'll consider him amazing in bed
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