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.
i cleaned out my closet and found 7 beers from 2007. ive had 3 so far.
Just think about it this way, every time you work Sunday, it's another $75 and that equals another hooker when we go to Amsterdam.
Sitting here wishing there were men in my life.
me too. too bad ive decided to fill that hole with cookie dough, closing the door to future men one fat cell at a time.
i think i can safely say that is the weirdest thing you've ever propositioned me with. so obviously my answer is yes.
there was 12 of us, girls included, shirtless and wielding swords as we bet on rock paper scissors in the middle of the bar. It was like Cinco de Mayo version of the Deer Hunter
As usual, I had to fight him for his car keys. Though this time he made it to the valet garage. All the Hispanic attendants gathered around and watched. Felt like I was in a cock fight.
can i text him and be like "oh yeah, forgot i kinda made out with a girl this weekend. For future reference, does this count as cheating?" ?
I just feel like everything is too perfect
He's probably a serial killer or chronic masturbator
Or both. Which is common
I told my grandmother all I want is a nice guy who likes to be tied up.
It'd probably just be a lot of profanity and hyperventilation and deteriorating into tears anyways
so just a regular conversation then
I'm suffering a hangover from deep within. I feel like the half of the parts of my body are permanently laced with alcoholic substances
I'm about to turn myself in when I'm less hungover.
You know for a guy who frequently jumps into stuff without thinking it through, your can do spirit is lacking on this one
Not sure how but he broke three of his fingers while giving a blowjob. How does someone that accident prone survive to adulthood?
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