On friday while at the hotel bar by myself (creepy) I made friends w/ a millionaire who said he may be running for the position of mayor in richmond va (likely a lie). At one point during our discourse he asked if I was crazy. In the effort of full disclosure I looked him in the eye and said yes
I don't know what prompted his inquiry, clearly this man had impeccable intuition
let's just say, the carpet matched the drapes. in colour and length.
no homo or anything but the way you were dancing with that girl gave me a boner
he made me stop in the middle of the blowjob to turn the tv towrds him. i then proceeded when he stopped me again to get him the remote. fuck me.
She might as well just lie down with one of those red "Easy Buttons" next to her
I wasn't on board with that statement until "home made dinosaurs"
we came up with a wnba drinking game. take a shot every play that you could've done better. won't make it through 1st quartar
I'll just have to do enough fangirling for the both of us. Nipples engaged.
I blew him while watching the aristocats. There were singing cats in the background. I think he he hummed along at one point.
Some guy just ate one of the dog treats. I have him a free beer. I love my job.
That last one reminds me of the time we smoked that foot-long joint and by the time we'd finished we were so stoned we applauded it.
Watching Supernatural does more for me sexually than the physical encounters with 90% of the men in my life.
that guy was staring at your tits.
nah, more like they were staring at him, and his girlfriend, and her less than adequate bosom. they pitied the fool.
point taken, oh mistress of the bosoms.
I know he’s married, but he’s still a guy with balls and a dick. He noticed my cleavage and stared at my ass. He’ll call.
So I figured it out. There's two types of shitters. Moaners and grunters. And on occasion there's a third. It's the ill fabled grunt moaner.
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