I don't even remember his name...i'm just gonna save it as birthday sex
champagne bombs. Yes, i think that is where things may have gotten out of control.
just took my temp. 103. i wonder how tylenol and jager bombs are gonna mix
I asked you how much you drank and you replied with "I don't know what kind of toothpaste I use."
Any night you end up on the couch next to the trash can with a bag of white wine on your head is a rough night.
Should I have a moral quandary about Skyping topless with him while his son slept in the other room?
The only thing I remember is doing a toddlers and tiaras dance routine onstage. I fucking CURTSIED.
OMG stop. Pretty feet? Sparkle baby!
I can only only sleep there on nights I orgasm cause he snores so loud and if he leaves me hanging one more time ill probably cut off his dick from lack of sleep and frustration
If tits could talk, mine would be bragging
He wasn't excited for the fifty shades of grey trailer, so I told him we're done
if my uterus stops caving in on itself long enough for me to be alive I'm there
Should I apologize for the loud sex I had in his living room? Because I'm not going to.
Definitely not.
If there was a gecko involved in your BDSM I'm gonna have to request that not happen when we live together ;)
Can't find my wig, my underwear, or my dignity. Halloween 2016
No, he came home, unscrewed all of the lightbulbs, and threw them in the sink.
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