You know, sometimes I seriously doubt your commitment to sparkle motion.
So, we're in the car ready to fuck and she asks about my ex. I wave at my lap and say, "bye". She asks what I'm doing. I say, "waving goodbye to my erection"
just looked at his mug shot... not really my type
i signed up to donate 10 dollars a month to help the children that are being displaced in columbia because of the drug wars.. i felt obligated
We decided I could make bicurious-jitos or ho-meh-jitos or heteroflexible-jitos. But not homojitos.
No, that was the night I was sneezing out barf
id say I'm a pretty good fuck buddy, i didn't even booty call him on his girlfriends birthday
The sound of my own breathing is making my head throb. That hungover.
Well. At least he's a gentleman. A gentleman satanist.
The time to say "now you can't go and be strange about this at work" is not as you are penetrating your coworker. NOW its awkward
So, no matter what happens today, hold on to this. At least you're not naked under your ex husband's trench coat being stopped by the police who also work with your ex husband. Long story. Actually, not a long story. That's it.
I smoked then listened to a voicemail from my mom...I ended up yelling at my phone cause she wasn't answering me. Forgot it was a recording.
I just walked in on my dad beating it.. There's not a fucking therapist in ARKANSAS that can help me with that!
I have two choices: tits or tacos. I just can't decide.
If he brings home bacon, dont let him leave. Dont screw this one up. this may be our last chance.
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