I smell stomach acid.
I ride home in a shopping cart. Don't at like you aren't jealous.
For a day that started with shitting my pants, things turned out fairly well.
No, we have matured. We've stopped having sex in front if his room mate.
I can't even type what I drank. I'll throw up
My meds have diminished my sex drive, this must be what regular women feel like
I had this image of some guy in a taco truck down by the IMA accosting you for a peep show.
If I don't survive tonitght I would like to thank you for the ricekrispy treats. I am majestic
I just ate powdered extacy out of my wallet. I think I might have for a second of my reasonable life been on your level.
Gym?
Sweet baby Jebus, no. I'm Motley Crue hungover. This must be how it feels to rail a line of ants.
well i mean she can't stop a weed based friendship...its like a trying to stop a bomb or a really fast train...
When have we listened to the rational side of either of us?!
Sorry I twat blocked you earlier I didn't know Sam was over. But, my house my rules, I don't have to knock before I enter. I did see naked butts and smelt "Sex Stank" in the air, we're going to have to set some ground rules when I get home. Hugs and kisses..Mom
well you're talking to a woman who had glorious sex less than 24 hrs ago so my opinion is biased.
Let's not forget that we had sex on the ground in public tonight.
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