I'm in that stage of denial where I hope our kids have his nose.
You do realize that you broke up with him, right?
I bet her clit looks like pig in a blanket.
All I remember was the chick screaming "don't hookup with him! His dick's the size of a cucumber"
Not even drunk me wanted to have sex with him. I kept intentionally hitting my head on the table behind me during sex till he said i was too drunk for sex.
Within 5 minutes of max walking in his pants were off and he was wearing my snow goggles as underwear.
I think he finally resigned to the fact he could not get off. He just looked at me and said "I'm having testicle difficulties," rolled over and passed out.
please tell me i can get drunk off sparkling grape juice. even if you have to lie, please say yes.
Ok the fact that you know THAT phrase perfectly is terrifying. You just proved you can slut it up in mulitiple languages.
I have so many hands. So. Many. Hands. I can feel arms that I don't have yet. They tickle. I can see the blood in my eyes. I think something is happening. The hands!!! I'm ticking myself with hands I don't have yet! I can't stop giggling about my notyet hands!
You just wrote a check for drugs...pretty sure you don't have cash for beer..
He said he would pay my bar tab if he couldn't answer my question. He lost to the age old question of our youth. Why did pogs go out of style.
I'm bored enough im considering taking up his offer to turn me straight just to kill time until the lasagna is out of the oven
alll i remember is comming back downstairs, his pants were off and he was aplauding me
I haven't answered because I haven't figured out a polite way of saying fuck no
we finally found him at 2 am. he was 3 miles from the house and tried running into the lake when he saw us pull up. i don't think he'll be taking ecstacy again any time soon.
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