My new excuse for sleeping with him was in celebration of his cat's birthday.
let me put this in terms we both understand. he was the crunchwrap supreme of men--the perfect combo of all things manly, gooey and delicious. and ready for instant enjoyment.
I want to have a prehistoric party. By that, I mean I want to dress up as a dinosaur and get drunk. That's all I want in life.
I might have to break the "you stay out of my sister and ill stay out of yours" pact that i have with tim
The black hole just entered the party man, I can literally see guys starting to move towards her.
I told him that he was essentially a very life-like dildo with a person attached so he needed to stop having feelings because it was getting annoying. He agreed.
My new dealer is 16. I have been getting high longer than he has been alive.
I don't see the problem
Don't blame me. My vagina leads me astray.
I need thought I would ever have to use the phrase "Don't fart on that Calzone".. Thanks for that
went out to hit golf balls, ended up doing splits at the bar. you're a bad influence.
There's nothing like a guy talking about your vagina as if it's delicious food to make your day better.
I went to my AA meeting last night. My drug dealer is now my counselor.
dude, where did you go? french fries taste like numbers
You tried to see how many socks you can stuff in yor mouth and I just put on a damp sock. Is this what bestfriends have come to these days???
I'm just bringing him "breakfast," and breakfast may lead to lunch and dinner, but that doesn't mean I want the mealplan.
Randomize
