so we had a 20 minute conversation and created the fb page WWND (what would Nana do?) last night after we took our Ambien...that is my definition of an overachiever
having sex with him was like banging macgyver. he did the most amazing shit with the simplest things
Contrary to what I yelled at them last night, it turns out campus police CAN arrest people...
i spent 45 minuets spilling my heart out to him telling him i was in love with this other guy sorry. when i was done he asked me to give him a blow job. i did. i have commitment problems
I should also mention that having been a sheltered child, I am conditioned to have serious kinks and find upper bodies of either sex attractive. And legs.
Your engaged. Stop telling guys you will sit on their face. They don't always know your kidding.
I'm the brains and you're the boobs of this operation.
Everything was going great until my fake mustache fell off when we started making out.
Realized we were outta oj used gerber graduates mixed fruit juice as a mixer. Mother of the Year award right here
I'm to the point where I'm fantasizing about Iron Chefs going down on me.
Does this mean I have to put a bra on now
Because I chose to live vicariously through your uterus and you're letting me down right now.
Nothing says happy Monday quite like coffee and oral sex.
Ugh. It's days like these that make me wish my bad habits would kill me faster
BRB. These cougars are squabbling over my junk and one of them is offering to pay my tuition
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