we're talking about where were going. or where we stand. but yeah we'll basically be doing it in the hallway so just ignore us
you announced to everyone at the bar "fuck girls. they're confusing. im gonna start having sex with boys now"
long story short: there's a file in the master file cabinet labeled "lube".
We need to re-create the Get Some Ass Tour 2002.
Um, 2 out of 3 people involved with that particular event are now married, so I don't think that will be happening.
HELLO, they're MARRIED! They need to get some ass more than anyone.
Middle of vacation, he walked into an audition for a Broadway musical in a drunken stupor. I think he got the part.
I think we got naked. I can't remember but if you have "friends" written on your ass, then we did. Because I have "best" on mine.
I don't remember what you were saying to me in the bathroom. But whatever it was, yes, because i remember nodding a lot.
Well, my breasts are swollen and I cried about the Iditarod. But I say PMS until proven pregnant.
I woke up wearing a headband made of condoms. It was supposed to be a crown for the "prettiest fag hag" award I won last night. There is lube in my hair. I'm going back to sleep
I may have had sex with him and told him we wasn't worth my time then went home and made mashed potatoes
The only person more miserably hungover from the party is the dog, and that's because he ate some balloons
that is either the most profound and meaningful thing i've ever heard, or someone got high before noon again.
Whose panties are you wearing on your head and why are you sending me pics of it?
So much for no-infidelity-fridays....
Is 6 weeks really a benchmark now?
Ask me in 6 more weeks, when they're in a bisexual polycule.
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