after he passed out we removed everything electronic from his room, stuck in some old books and an ancient typewriter from goodwill. for 20 min. we had him convinced he'd drunk himself backward in time.
Don't tits with veins remind you of road maps?
well after he sqeezed a zit off his forearm i got the hell outta there
Were making a bet for which twin will relapse while in rehab. I'm going for the chubbier one
The straight man in me wants to hit on her. But the gay man in me wants to compliment her on her awesome outfit.
Holy mother of cocks. I was grind-with-my-boss drunk last night.
Why is there not a 'day after acid' genre. Or even a pandora station or something.
Also managed to rip my pants and set myself on fire. And oddly enough I'm still not ready to ask for 2010 back.
I put labels all over the house on things I think are mine. A cactus, the dog, and a bottle of wine.
My nipple ring got caught on the rug again. Tequila makes me unlearn these things
But seriously he was like a god with his hands. My vagina feels annointed.
But the guy you're fucking should not be within ten pounds of your weight when you're five fucking feet tall and he's 6'2". That's all I'm saying.
Are there any plans to where i might need to be dressed semi-nicely or is it a "pants optional" weekend?
some how during sex we caught an ENTIRE pillow on fire. A WHOLE PILLOW.
As he put it in he shouted "geronimo!"
Wow... So was the sex good?
Yeah but it doesn't matter. My vagina is not a pool.
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