I totally understand Scottish logic. No underwear+skirt=great
But never have I ever had sex with a dirty talker before, so it was something else, to say the least. I signed up to get laid, not play Penthouse Mad Libs.
All I remember from last night is puking up a box of cheeze-its and the building catching on fire.
She is wearing lilly and pearls while drinking natty from a monogrammed coozie. If that isn't a sorosititue I don't know what is
next time a party gets busted lets get a group photo first.
I feel like a fucked a broomstick last night. You get a gold star.
Best surprise in my car. A cookie, sliced kiwi and the rest of my margarita. Work is going to be awesome.
She is currently expressing her joy for "bad to the bone" through interpretive dance...
I will forever remember this as The Great Jalepeno Cock Burn of 2014.
Owwww. A manager/ employee sex scandal that DOES NOT involve me! SCORE!!!
I wonder how long it will take her to realize that I peed in her night stand.
THERES A BEAVER CHASING ME, ANGRY BEAVERS IS FUCKING REAL DUDE
leads to pukin, then cryin, then 24hr masturbatin binge, then cryin again and finally a combination of all 3
Not sure if I should ask if I can have my underwear back or just avoid that all together.
That is our entire relationship. We match bowls and give each other head. What more could you possibly want?
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