We have sex, then he cooks. It's like a fantasy.
saturday- my day is open, my legs are not. you in?
well apparently not.
If i'm not hungover, near death, and wondering what i did the night before on Monday, life is not worth living.
DID YOU JUST COME OUT THROUGH A FACEBOOK COMMENT??
Just got a message from a guy on a dating site who says he helped me remove lime pulp from my eye in a club toilet 2 weeks ago.
The fish's death was accidental. We all said a few words at his funeral. Roomie wanted to play only the good die young as he swirled down the toilet bowl
Having never done that before, When should one expect the horrible shame to end? Days, months, ever?
A week or so, depending on size. In your case, maybe give it a month.
I woke up next to him fully clothed but my thong was around his neck. Polling to decide if we had sex or not starts now.
He doesn't have any game.. I mean, his one move is forwarding chicks pictures of his penis.
Dude I wanna go on a booze cruise
Dude our life is a booze cruise
But without boats...
It feels like you stuck your dick in a fire and then branded the inside of me.
Your uterus is safe from my father's misconstrued prophecies.
I just got yelled at by a stripper for being a tease.
also, when i showed up he started talking to me and eventually asked me if the girls treated me well. i went on to talk about my sex life. he was talking about his secretaries.
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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