I'm drinking on the job... HEAVILY
the $20 limit for secret santa doesn't apply to me cause you know a half gram of coke is more than $20
It was the worst sex ever. All she did was tap on my balls with her hands like she was in a reggae band.
I'm sure it was awkward. I've never had a professor expose parts of them to me before.
Last comment. I know of no exercises, diets or practices out there to help keeping balls young and healthy. They simply succumb to gravity.
That dog was the best thing i ever touched
She really is something else.
Words cannot describe what though. The best way to describe her is to say it like watching a bear and a whale have sex. You don't know why it's happening or how. But it's rather funny and you can't look away.
I don't know. I was hiding and the bed was banging. I am going to sleep now in someone's car.
I'm at the point where I'm more upset that he got to keep my bottle of Fireball than that he stopped talking to me with no explanation
I'm facebook/twitter stalking the guy I just slept with as he's passed out next to me. What a time to be alive...
Well, I just bought plan b with the tips I made from the job that I slept with my manager. So yeah, that's my life. How's yours?
I have 80 very blurry photos of you on a stripper pole...
I bought two pregnancy tests and a cosmopolitan magazine at 4am... I told the cashier "dont judge me, ur not God"
There’s a child, alone, sitting on a picnic table out there, making bird noises
please don't ironically join a cult
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