his blackberry tasks were 1. take names and 2. kick ass
My new excuse for sleeping with him was in celebration of his cat's birthday.
I'm just not sure how to initiate the "do you want to have sex with my boyfriend and I" conversation
im almost positive that in mid thrust she told me she was pro choice
Every time I roll over in bed I land on a different vibrator. I feel I'm the only one with this problem.
It was your ex but it was not eighties night, it was pudding wrestling. And either thank you or I'm sorry depending on the state of my pants left on the doorstep
He used the expression "my couch is your couch" as a come on line.
well they never fully had sex so she's like an eskimo step-sister. I'll make a family tree for you.
are we fucking for lunch or am I using my vibrator ?
I mean, I introduced myself as "the after party". I think he knew early in the night he was in for a bangathon.
I just woke up naked next to a GetGo sandwich and I can hear my cats are eating my combos. So that's my life.
I can't hang out with this penis. I'll start thinking I like the person it belongs to.
I haven't had sex since the Vanilla Ice concert
Please don't have sex ever again just so you can say that forever.
She was blowing air into green onions and tying knots in them to make "balloons"
Now I know Sunday Funday means fucking till you loose your voice.
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