he left me a note this morning. it said "thank you for letting me touch you"
He came in, laid on our floor and started to make a snow angel.. On the floor. Then he just left never said a word. 20 mins later walked back in and dropped his pants, looked down and said "wow im happy i had boxers on."
nothing worse than sitting down ready for a solid porn sesh to find out your internet is out. comcast owes me a handjob
the world took limewire and four lokos away from me in one week....hello depression
i wanna pet his head its so fluffy. were gonna open a petting zoo
the boys love us. they call us "the stoner girl suite down the hall". not very inspired, but flattering nonetheless
Did I really just find a cheez- it box full of condoms in your room?
I'm beginning to think the only reason I get laid anymore is girls are fantasizing sleeping with my dad...
Wait..I think something else did happen last night my vagina is too pleased for this level of hangover..
Will it be a clothes optional week when I get there? I have an amazing outfit of tattoos and toenail polish planned.
Went kayaking. drunk. DID NOT FALL IN. Mission succesful.
he brings me coffee and gets a blow job. not sure if I trained him or he trained me or it's simply mutually beneficial beautiful.
It was a tough decision either lay in bed or go to work and lay in the stockroom
I don't want to just break his heart, I want to dip it in liquid nitrogen and then smash it until it's powder and snort the powder
So I'm trying to figure out how to talk my boss into allowing pajama day once a week. Any ideas?
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