Having dinner with my dad, watching the news and some AIDS prevention ad comes on. My dad then kindly informs me that he doesn't enjoy the feel of condoms.
he knocked over the vodka and juice...picks up the cup and says "yes", takes the last sip...doesnt even worry about the mess all over the floor and we continue having sex.
he bit the head off a dead goose for 5 beers. this is my future boyfriend.
No its cool, because I bought a handle of tequila earlier, in case things went south
On the couch having a debate with the dog over whether eating anothr sweet roll will make the hangover better or worse
Yes, do intervene. Unless it involves cowboys with loud trucks and hard 9 inch dicks. Then just come back for me in the morning.
I don't think we should have started that trash fire
I'm in a hotel full of Marines. I'm leaving here pregnant.
Another Sunday, another 100 chicken nuggets
I do have a life. It just consists of making scarves and chesse straws now
The name of tonight's festivities is hereby decreed to be the "Honey Boo Boo Hootenanny".
I just literally had a dance party in my closet. I've never been this blazed.
right now I need to figure out a smart way to get an accurate picture of his dick so I know what in dealing with, right now in flying blind.
You know just a typical night. Eating peanut butter off of tablespoons and having sex to our favorite Christmas carols. This is my favorite time of year.
He told me he loved me...but added "you crazy bitch" at the end. Does it still count???
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