Did you fuck her?
If by "fuck her" you mean "threw up on her shoes," then yes, I achieved that.
I always wonder when I meet a guy from online if he needs a moment to mentally register and accept the size of my ass. maybe ill wear a dress.
Ask politely.
Fine. Can i please come over, hang out with you, sit around a campfire, smoke tree, listen to sublime, and fuck the shit out of you?
Thats good enough.
double majoring has taught me only that psych majors are sluttier than govt majors
Just picked them up. It took 6 holes and a handle of rum to evolve from golf to a demolition derby.
There's an entire pit crew of cart boys surveying the golf cart destruction.
There's a skull full of vodka. How bad can it be?
The girls at the police department photocopied my drinking ticket and told me to frame it and hang it on my wall. Then they gave me a free muffin and told me to party smarter next time.
The fact that he said "there's nothing wrong with being a raging drunk, just ask my mother." has me thinking that I have no positive role-models among my friends.
Lets just say that a certain piercing set off certain alarms when I went thru the airport detector/scanner thingie. David was high fived like 12 times.
Pretty sure I'm about to get another tattoo. It'll have mom in there somewhere for Mother's Day.
I am never taking a razor down there again. He'll have to love me as I am.
He's 5'2" and his dick 4'8"
...and with one comment dissing Hannibal Lecter, I suddenly understood why we never worked out.
where are my eyebrows?
What a weekend. It started with me realizing i might not be straight and ended with me spraining my foot.
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