I didn't say she couldn't, I said you shouldn't.
So i was told that i peed in the sink, had sex with a pillow and banged on a washer while singing idian chants
i promise ill be ok...btw im only considered "not ok" if i end up in the hospital.
Still can't decide which I'm more disappointed about: the blow job I gave him or the donuts I ate after.
How do I politely say my vagina is not a chew toy and if you bite me again I will slap you?
You could say take it easy, whoa there, be gentle, anything that doesn't fully convey the horror.
I don't drink so I see St. Patty's as an LSD type of day. Its like a more hardcore 420
It's titled "A countdown to death. A psychological look at the downward spiral of actress Lindsay Lohan and her inevitable Hollywood demise" This dissertation is genius. Not a single sober moment for either Lindsay or myself. Good stuff!
You should be glad you didn't come with last night. I watched pirate porn for the first time in my life as the 9th wheel.
Her alarm in the morning was Best Day Ever from Spongebob. I'm have lots of conflicting feelings right now...
I deserve to have sex with a hot freshman ok
I'll meet you in hell with unlimited boxes of wine though
Between randomly bursting into tears and the reappearance of my lost sex drive, this break up has left me bizarrely damp.
I continue to impress myself. Also I'm probably pregnant
69'd by candlelight when the power went out.
First dip in a brand new jar of Nutella, and my man’s dick are two things I will not fucking share.
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