my being single is dangerous.
I'm on his itunes. He has a sex playlist. It's actually not so much a playlist as 12 Kylie Minogue songs with a big gay Whitney finish.
You stumbled in the house, mumbled something about a cheese party, grabbed a block of cheese and the whiskey, and left.
I no longer see him as a simple set of male genitalia attached to a very sexy body. The title "trophy fuck" seems wrong. Damn.
This isn't fair. Why can't sober me be good at bejeweled?
By the way seagulls wings are very soft. And the lesbian and or by sexual twins say hello. Be home in the little bit time frame.
And I just found out I called my debit card a fast food passport so I dont deserve to live
downside - we got stuck at the intersection before the santa clause parade started and had to wait for it to end. upside - i got frontrow seats and a blow job to the santa clause parade.
I'm not sure what exactly you were planning, but you kept yelling that we were going to need a lot of midgets and a lawyer.
I just want to sing to him and rub baby oil on his head
And he's in a frat. Everyone in a frat is gay. It's science.
It's all fun and games until you rupture a testicle
Can't. I'm doing shots with my mom.
Thanks for the reference. If your boss hires me, I'll buy you a drink.
If my boss hires you, I'm going to need it.
Since moving to the suburbs, all I do is fuck my ex and watch cartoons. It's not so bad.
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