But never have I ever had sex with a dirty talker before, so it was something else, to say the least. I signed up to get laid, not play Penthouse Mad Libs.
She was hit by a car at 47 mph and lived. That explains everything.
So what does a sober person do in Vegas on a Friday night?
the girl next to me in class just threw up in a waterbottle during our exam.
She told you broke her computer after the little square in tetris wouldn't rotate for you...
Come on, video tape it. Take one for the team
Pretty certain he passed out for a while going down on me. Absolutely certain he passed out during the blow job.
He referred to his cock as "The cock" like it was third party or something.
He's just sitting there staring at my sisters teddy bear hoping it will come to life.
I may have had sex with him and told him we wasn't worth my time then went home and made mashed potatoes
I found out that rock climbing and alcohol does not go together. Ask my broken arm.
I refuse to be socially acceptable any longer than what is needed to pick up chinese food.
It's not as funny as it sounds. I shit myself at the company Christmas party.
I answered the booty call in my Trophy Wife cutoff and my ex-boyfriends sweatpants with a bottle of jager.
and how was that received?
The abomination is in progress. At least one barista side eyed me and the other has fear in her eyes
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