I used to have a blog that was basically all about ****** and all of his sexual misadventures
I mean it made tucker max look like a fucking alterboy
But unfortunatley his mom did a google search and found it
Something clean will definitely be barfed on tomorrow.
And I just threw up at the table during Mother's Day Brunch.
I just got a ticket for the snow penis we made in our front yard.
He tells me he loves me and I say I just want him for sex, then he looks at me like I just said I hate puppies. What kind of guy is he?
You'd think the dry cleaners next door would be less judgmental for as much business as my theme parties bring them.
What's the mantra for Sunday?
I will not have sex with him.
I'm not going to be your wingman while you are in the hospital.
The guys in the quick check just recognized me as the girl who bought rolling papers and whipped cream. This is the walk of shame on crack.
He was making Jim beam nachos. Chips soaked in whiskey with cheese
Dougie got over his pride nerves. Found him dancing on a float wearing nothing but rainbow boxers.
We were having margaritas and I was saying "back when I was drinking..." They looked all confused. Then I realized "holy shit they think THIS is drinking?"
I've lost every trace of self esteem. Even sneaking a BJ in the coffee room has lost it's luster.
This is a hangover from hell. Delivered by the devil himself.
Can you dump a guy for having pierced nipples or is that shallow?
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