So I have to ask... did I meet your lumberjack expectations? I mean, minus the red flannel and all.
its like playing clue every morning after we party. she did him in the kitchen with..oh god.
We told the pizza man that the door was most likely unlocked, he could leave the pizza on the counter and give himself 20%. He did it-I'm never moving out of Aspen.
I'm just trying to jam my tits into some coconuts and I'll be on my way
she made me take her to the grocery store to buy a gallon of sweet tea and a shit ton of band aids, the cashier asked if someone was hurt and she replied "not yet.."
It was scary, we all screamed. Never make mimosas in a car.
Also on a more serious note, what says pull my hair more: straight or soft curls?
I don't want to die alone with cake watching shows about cake
she visited to give me a bj between clients. Social work at its finest.
I thought it was pretty weird, but after the marinating loins thing, i figured i'd roll with it.
I think that all guys are assholes, some of them just have less assholeish qualities that we accept in our lives and that we can look past enough to deal. They have to be a pretty special asshole.
Like the fear of satan was put into my heart when I saw him put that sandwich on the WOODEN BENCH
Please tell me you did not shit your Disney princess costume.
Sorry I wasn't opportunistic about sucking your dick in an Uber last night
I'm not saying i'm drunk
But i'm drunk.
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