and in the morning, while we were eating breakfast, she was all " i think someone sneezed into my shirt..." she'll never know.
There was a picture of him proposing on the night stand and their dog watched, but I can't help myself, his dick is just so perfect.
Totally using formspring as an incognito way of making sure that girl from last night wasn't jailbait.
he was holding the bottle like a running back yelling for security and the national guard as he was being tackled
I love it. Like, more than my penis at the moment.
Lesson learned. Kayak oars are not golf clubs....check
We were debating whether you had hooked up with him. I was right for the record.
He recreated the night that started all my mothers days. We shared a joint, drank Boones Farm, and dry humped to the Beastie Boys. Then I cried over MCA's death. Best. Gift. Ever.
I went over to help her build a porch, but we decided that was too much work, so we just got high and watched Scooby Doo
hell hath no fury like a questionably-gay best friend scorned
You know you're a heffer when you discover chocolate frosting on your smoking apparatus
It's routine now. He comes home from work and i ride him like a cowgirl with only a few sips of wine. I love being his neighbor.
honestly if there were pictures of last night i would be embarrassed.... im embarrassed without pictures
I'm fairly sure I accidentally saw my dad naked last night
I am so horny. It's like all the stress of finals week has relocated to my vagina.
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