At what point in my life was I not hugged enough to be on my fourth walk of shame in half as many weeks?
Walk back down Church toward Mass Ave. Take a right and head for the guy in a kilt on top of the really tall unicycle. C u soon!
She took one look at my hardon and said, "You have a dick built for anal."
That wasn't a compliment.
Well, I made it thru a doorway, so I think things are going good.
I have a LOT of reasons to worry about radical feminists taking my lady balls, frankly. A lot.
Come over. I've made 2 dinners and so many cocktails. I'm a 50's housewife with no family.
HE WAS DRESSED LIKE A FISHERMAN AND HE WAS LIKE OH SHIT I THINK I JUST FOUND THE DEADLIEST CATCH i couldnt not go for it my honour compelled me
Also-when I die, I want it to be with my arms above my head so that when rigor mortis sets in, my breasts are perky.
You have set the bar insurmountably high with apple pie and buttsex.
Now everytime I sit on a toilet I think about having sex with him. Great.
OMG he dropped his pants for me. Granted it was to show me where he got stabbed but still...
Do you feel better now that you've sent me a picture of your dick?
Yep.
I can empathize with sociopaths, serial killers, demons, gods, and monsters....straight white males are literally the only barrier to my 100% empathy rate. I don't get it.
Apparently swingers are magnetically drawn to me?
I possibly am a tad bit not really but maybe slightly intoxicated.
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