On this egg donor form, it asks "In the past 5 years, have you had sex for drugs or money?" It only gives a yes or no option and no place to explain myself. What do I do?
I decided to name her "day after thanksgiving" because I am sure I just got someone elses leftovers.
There is something depressing about eating toast in a dark living room by myself using a paper plate that says: "Let's Party!"
I call it my summer of slut; except summer lasts from May until December. It's been incredibly successful
Fell in the ditch running from the pizza guy I stole the pizza from. If you are still at my house come find me, pretty sure I need stitches.
The world is my kaleidiscope. I see whatever the alcohol wants me to.
So burnt out. Like weed hangover. And someone just fell through the ceiling outside of my class. How's your morning going?
On that note if you see a hobo smiling with a pack of cigarettes and an AMP energy drink, that was my good deed for the day
Peeing off the roof of a motel lighting a cigar with matches and speaking fluent spanish with a chilen exchange student...how do iget into these situations?
It's just weird. It's like Big Bird dating Meg Griffin.
I told him I was on the pill and it was OK to fire away. I want to never have to wear panty house or ever go to an office again. This is my early retirement plan. I want half of his NBA money.
Just make it a game! Like 20 questions STD style.
He left his cock-ring in my truck.
Consider it a gay sex souvenir.
I bet Billy Ray Cyrus wishes he had pulled out now....
Just letting you know that your little sister is now your eskimo brother. You can send a thank you edible arrangement to Tammy.
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