It's like a parade of train wrecks.
it's business casual sex. like no kissing, shake hands after, occasional frequency
I'll always be here to give you immoral support.
I moved my bed to the living room so when a girl walks in she has to decide right away if shes in or out
SURVIVAL MODE. WE CAN DO THIS. Celebratory survived-working-christmas-retail sex to follow
I let my daddy issue flag fly free last night.
I'm on the bus, watching a girl shush her balloons.
Just for the record, you referenced Harry Potter while complaining about being torn between the Slytherin (lesbians) and Gryffindor (your mostly straight friends) houses (tables)
Pagan metal show. There is a folk dance happening in the mosh pit. Also, I have no idea where we are.
Incase you were wondering. Cooking naked turns into sex. Sex and cooking may lead to house fire....
I just twinged a muscle in my shoulder trying to hug myself. In the world of loneliness-based injuries, this is a new low for me.
Eating pizza in the bath tub while watching a romantic comedy alone. I reached a new level of single.
I'll be honest, this year's Vegas trip will be nothing short of disappointing if there's no repeat of the angry ménage a trios in a closet.
Is it weird that I'm smoking a cig on my back patio in a sports bra and underwear?
I kicked down a wall in rage and found a door behind the drywall. Once again vandalism solves all my problems.
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