I no longer question where these bruises come from... between the strip pole in the living room, the slipnslide in the hallway and our constant level of intoxication I will always be bruised...
To put it in a frame of reference with which you're familiar, it was like making out with a golden retriever.
I can't think of anything besides pubic hair fallout. Ugh.
On a scale of your daily life to smuggling crack into the DR, how illegal is it?
She was covered in mud grabbed my crotch and said see that handprint that means I called dibs
We got back from Mcdonalds and literally 5 minutes of being in your room, you wanted to go back because "We haven't been yet."
I'm looking at some sugar baby profiles to get some insight on what we're up against.
Can you please come and collect your boss off of my kitchen floor.
After owing so much in back child support they should make vasectomy a mandatory
I dont know it just seems wrong to fuck her on my exes back porch
I'm dangerously close to tossing this whole "morals" bullshit and swan-diving into the fuckboy lifestyle.
Like, I don't need to know your life dude. I just need you to suck my tits.
Eh, my puke tasted like lemonade, so not too bad
I'm extremely upset that I wasted my "having sex with a guy at work" card on him
FINE. BE CELIBATE AND ACCUMULATE CATS. SEE IF I CARE.
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