Since when does wearing a condom and going down on me make someone a gentlemen?
I'm just not sure how to initiate the "do you want to have sex with my boyfriend and I" conversation
I've eaten cheese dip for three consecutive meals. I think I need to branch out.
As far as figuring life out your talking to a guy that's alternating text messages between his baby mama and a drunk bitch I met tailgating. My best advice is don't worry about shit out of your control and always and I really mean ALWAYS wear a condom.
I walked in and saw him spread eagle on the couch beatin it, while he just pet the dog that sat there and stared. mom was pissed
She made me be the little spoon then she pretended to be a jet pack for an hour straight
I just found that video of you jumping onto my exercise ball feet-first and face-planting into my shoe rack.
Crazy how fast a room full of drunk teenagers sober up when someone breaks his parents' new flat screen
She told me about it right after. She said she was scared I would be disappointed. And I was, but I pretended not to be. Which pretty much sums up our relationship.
I think my staff loses a little bit of respect for me every time you're in town. I may have to puke at work ...again.
While I'm on hiatus from the Russian potato nectar, it is my wish for others to enjoy it in my stead.
we somehow managed to fit a llama, a stripper pole and a hayride all into the same day.
According to timehop today marks the 3rd anniversary of my 1st blackout
Are these your boobs on my camera?
Went online to check my credit card... $147.87 at Waffle House. $632.36 at "Red Rose Gentleman's Club" and a $1000 cash advance from an ATM. I may no longer be a fiancé.
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