i feel like a lion cub that has been breast fed for years, and mom has left, and now i have to learn how to hunt on my own
I think I'm cybering, it's been a while and its more in depth than it was in 8Th grade.
All I remember is holding on to the elevator asking it politely to stop spinning
In all fairness I did warn the guy I just spray tanned before we had sex so I hold no responsibility for the bronzer all over his sheets
They installed a lotion dispenser in the bathroom at work... its like they want me to masturbate on the clock...
He ran around the party with a broken foot/ankle with a gallon of Malibu yelling "it must rain coconut"
It makes me really sad that some people start their saturdays running or biking instead of with 3 shots of tequila, a sausage biscuit, freaks & geeks and 2 orgasms.
Add caroling to the list of things we need to do in an elevator
On a not really funny at all but kinda brighter note I've gotten really good at texting in hand cuffs
No worries I have vodka. Its always on time
As we have told you before, the first rule of hook-up bingo is we don't talk about hook-up bingo
They're either celebrating their tax money or trying to kill each other.
I wonder if there is a über wall of shame that you are currently on. Like between drivers.
There is a time and place for BDSM, in-between disney sing-alongs is not one of them.
We found out if you get Ben high but stay sober yourself he is an AWESOME cook. You need to get your ass down here, this goes against everything I know to be real.
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