I tried booty calling last night but apparently he was too tired and wants to meet up tonight. I told him planning defeats the purpose.
One little Beyonce reference and he turns on me faster than liberals on Jon Mackey
Just got done reading an 11 page essay for class. Took me three fucking days and the only thing I have highlighted is the name "Alexander Cockburn"
Just mixed my liver cleanse with Bacardi. Best. Thing. Ever.
Having a race with the dryer. Seeing who can get drunk/dry clothes faster.
Well at one point he got ahold of my archery gear.. And I. Shit. You. Not. Sarah took an arrow to the knee.
maybe her throwing up on me was a foreshadowing of how she would later metaphorically throw up on my life
However today I got my lube that might I add was dripping out of the box. I'd like to think my mailman was mixing business with pleasure.
He brought her home and fucked her in a gingerbread man costume in a cardboard rapunzel castle. He had a pretty good night.
Do you participate in Sunday morning booty calls?
Dammit! I didn't see this message, of course I do.
well one of us has to be wrong and it's not going to be me
Finally had sex in the new kitchen. Burnt the hamburgers and hit myself in the face with the freezer door. Worth it.
She knocked me and my drink to the ground with her ass. I have never been mad at someone for having a glorious booty.
Call me and get me out of this conversation NOW. My coworker is talking to me about her birds having sex again...
She just called at a dance party, and you stopped mid puke to join. Another successful night.
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