Today a TA in one of my classes told me he thought I was 35 and going back to school as an adult learner. Alcohol is working me.
If you can't accept "I'm sorry I was mean to you" bjs from 19 year old girls, then who can you
I think Charlie st. Cloud is the saddest thing I can masturbate to.
She only remembers me when she's drunk. It's like I'm a suppressed memory that only surfaces with alcohol.
On a lighter note, my mom and I were playing scattergories, and for "things that you keep hidden" we both put dildo. Proof that we really are related.
I just remember being in the bathroom alone cussing out the bunny
I'm in charge of his party but you're a paramedic, we're both needed.
In case you're keeping score at home, this is Brad's SECOND Doritos-related trip to the ER.
But in today's society it's frowned upon not to wear pants in public.
My ladyscape is the envy of many and the shangrila of few. I will display it proudly.
it was one of those unspoken contracts of silence like "I teach your daughter and you work at a strip club"...I don't tell if you don't
You sent me a naked picture of you as a child? How is that normal
Just puked in a cup. Poured it out the window.
Drunk sex on a hardwood floor is never ever a good idea. Lesson learned.
Nows a good time to tell him. Just be like "yeah, I used to bang her too and it didn't work out for us either". He'll understand.
I want to disappear from this job like a fart in the wind.💨
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