I'm tempted to see how fat I can get before he leaves me. It's obvious we're playing a game of chicken here.
he's got a countert top full of yard sale blenders so id say maragita wednesdays is a go.
Sad news: I might have to institute a "once-per-day" policy on getting trashed downtown. Sorry, reputation.
My coke dealer 411'd my work number just to see how I was doing and gave me his new number. He must miss my business
by "whatever happens, happens" i meant "we are totally hooking up again on tuesday." i thought that was obvious.
I guess I made wings because there's chicken everywhere. Even on the walls. 3 of them. It's like a chicken grave yard.
Nothing says never again like hurling in the shower.
Worst luck of my entire life. Came in my own mouth
I found out his moms name, maiden name, profession, and office location, his dads name and profession, his home phone, picture of their house, all of his work profiles, and the cost of their house. All I'm trying to do is find his damn twitter
So apparently I initiate sex in my sleep
He signed my ass with a Waffle House pen.
I have mastered the art of having sex on monkey bars.
When my card got declined you bought the vibrator without me even asking. This is what friendship is.
Heard about your divorce. Let me know if I can do anything for you or your penis ;-)
Do dollar stores sell vibrators?
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