It's confirmed I did eat a ping pong ball last night...
It was the third Sunday in a row that I woke up in his bathtub. So no our sex life isn't that great anymore.
Went to get my tattoo today. Found out the piercing girl is bi. I may just get my nipples done to get hit on tomorrow. Confidence is low these days.
Its a Guy he gets weed for. I'm kinda confused as to why there are going to even be tuxedos involved at all.
I want to be done crawling through windows but the sex is too good to stop...but I'm running out of excuses for where the bruises on my legs are coming from.
There is only one good excuse for how sore I am right now. And that is incredibly acrobatic sex. Unfortunately for me that is not my excuse.
You may genuinely find a use for the siphon. But the bag of human hair is less likely.
I'm surprised I haven't crapped out a leprechaun, I'm so hungover
I'm basically a mama hen. I keep them warm and let them wonder around the house. not to mention, I keep eye on them just in case the falcons around the house try to snatch them away.
I don't even know what to say right now
I also turned off the Anchorman DVD start menu before cause I didn't want Will Ferrel watching me lose my virginity.
Gotta get dat. Gotta get dat. Gotta get dat dat dat dat dat ~uterus contraction~
I rubbed his back while he puked for an hour and then ended up getting laid when I tried to put him to bed, best puke and rally I've ever seen.
The only joy I have here is being able to shit with the door open.
Also I feel like death. But like. In a good way
I just gave a fucking twenty minute blowiob.. I'm a GOOD girlfriend.
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