"Morning after" poops are always like, interesting.
After going down on me he either said "there, it's over" or "there's an odor"... I couldn't hear him and was too embarrassed to ask him to repeat himself. I just got dressed, grabbed my bag, and left. So I don't think there's gunna be a second date. =(
I wish i could clap on, clap off my penis
Update: Discussing lingerie with my father. He likes sheer black things. Not into the colorful stuff I wear.
The old saying is "its not the size of the boat-- but the motion of the ocean" is obviously for those on the "Small side." I am of the belief that "You can't churn butter with a toothpick"
I pretty much gave up on you when you told me you couldn't go home yet b/c you had to stop at church first. It was 2 AM and you insisted you were late for mass.
maybe it wasnt such a good idea to pregame our lease signing...
fell asleep with the bong in the pool, weirdest tan line ever
he ran me a hot bath. i thought i was in a pot and was going to be eaten. i was strangely ok with this
It can't be good... The last recollection I have is singing lullabys to his penis
I left your tip in your mailbox. Last night was amazing.
Not yoga, whiskey. Totally mis-typed whiskey.
College has done two things for me. Given me the confidence to blow my nose in public and shit in public
I woke up in some kids room and he introduced me to his friends at breakfast as "Monica" so I just went with it.
Should we make a shared Google doc list of places we want to fuck? Like a scavenger hunt?
Randomize
