Yours is on the dinner table...mine is in my underwear drawer.
Grossest hangover story of 09: Puked in the bathtub. I was in it.
I always wonder when I meet a guy from online if he needs a moment to mentally register and accept the size of my ass. maybe ill wear a dress.
Is it wierd that I kind of wish I could hang out with Melissa Joan Hart?
By connection do you mean me drunkenly grinding my ass on his lap for an extended period of time? If so, then yes, we had a "connection"
I just watched her pee in a trashcan, im still probably going to fuck her, what does that say about my standards
Thanks for sticking it out with old horseface last night... I owe you one buddy.
If letting him bang me while i'm wearing reindeer antlers and a painted red nose isn't the christmas spirit, I dont know what is
Imagine if you could have something so delicious, like your taste buds went on LSD while eating a chocolate tiramisu. That's the opposite of what cum tastes like.
I'm pretty sure "tag teaming" and "looking for stability" are not synonymous.
Not yet.
I also told the pizza delivery guy that he smelled good. I must be ovulating.
Last night I went outside to our neighbors and asked them to put in money with me to get a hot tub for our patio. Niceeeee
He ate me out while I finished season 1 of Stranger Things. If that's not a modern day relationship goal, then I don't know what is.
you gave me money for the cab and then walked home..
Does it still count as a threesome if one girl left halfway through cause we were having too much sex?
Fuck you for even being able to ask that question
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