I'm thinking we should try to start remembering stuff we do. Althought I kinda like feeling like Nancy Drew the next morning.
More like the Hardy Boys cause its kinda like a team effort.
she had condoms in her med. cabinet - magnums -I don't think I'm tall enough for this ride
based on the size of her vibrator, i'm going to be a huge disappointment
If I die I am blaming you for not answering to tell me the proper dosage of horse tranquilizers to take
Also, new rule: You are no longer allowed to send me a text with the word "dildo" in it before 10am.
This is how we made chicken soup last night: Whole chicken in a pot of vodka with a box of crackers and some carrots. We should go pro.
I used the lotion his mom gave me for christmas to give him a hand job. It felt so wrong.
Having a vagina does not stop me from believeing my balls are bigger than yours.
I made him dress me after we fucked. He put me in TMNT pants and then told me I looked hot.
I can now recognize that when my wine bottle reaches a certain point, I probably shouldn't tweet, text or call anyone. RESPONSIBILITY
all the one night stand stories i have end with me crying on my RA's floor stuffing cupcakes into my mouth
But he's super into Jesus and I'm the devil. So we weren't meant to be
Completely unrelated and mildly related, a guy I hooked up with last year in a threeway died, his obit photo was his Grindr photo
I texted him "my vagina is pounding for you"
I know, you made me proof read it.
He may not be good for my soul but he’s great for my vagina!
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