Boobs. All I remember is boobs.
I watched the entire movie Forgetting Sarah Marshall before I realized it was in Spanish.
He used one end of the towel to wipe the cum and I used the other end to wipe the tears
Thru out the entire phone conversation I went from thinking: he's making a gay come-on, to he's trying to sell me drugs, before realizing he was offering me a job with an internet company. Things are gonna be awkward in class this week.
More likely there's a very shell-shocked cat wandering around somewhere, covered in potato peelings
The sex I just had was not worth missing a girls night out.
We didn't even make it to the door before they came out saying we weren't allowed in because of last time..
She kept looking at me and saying "you are the scary high".
What do I wear to meet his family/put his dog to sleep? Is there even an appropriate outfit for this occasion?
I think it's starting to become crucial that I find a companion for my vagina.
It's been this way for a few days. I had chick fil a on Friday so this could be an attack from the Gay Gods as punishment.
Just think of your bundle of joy thats on its way. And how hes gunna rip your vagina apart
Romantically speaking, I want to sit on his face.
I'm eating Swedish fish out of my boobs and watching SOA.. There is no way your Tuesday night will be better than mine.
I have chicken nuggets, lube and brand new batteries, he can stay at work charting all weekend for all I care, I'm set.