Just role played anchorman. And yes, I did take her to pleasure town.
you thought you were invisible so you started narrating your actions.
I dont think that drinking by ourselves on a saturday night counts as being "fun alcoholics"
Her birthday cake consisted of a shot of tequila with a candle in it
I mean, we started to hook up but my asthma attack kind of killed the mood
He did plead exhaustion. And I made him push through it. I am like the motherfucking badass football coach of sex.
We aren't really supposed to respect our bodies til our mid twenties.
Our room will be decorated with my urine.
My day may involve a drug pinata. I LOVE MY LIFE.
U can be a future sentaor's wife if you want. I'm happy with "closet lesbian", "tech prof".and "masters degree" all rolled into one. Drunken bar escapades pay off.
I'm full of champagne and rage, of course I'm showing up at his house.
FYI the blow job was for papa johns pizza
I regret 8000% nothing
But I am still fully ok with my life choices as long as the consequences aren't onesies and pacifiers
I mean, I'm not upset that HE's getting married, I'm upset his penis has to go through with it by default
There were no words. I got in his car, took my pants off, threw my shirt out the window, and got things started. After we were done I collected my clothes, gave him a kiss, and crept back into my house.
You're like the sex ninja. How doesn't he love you?!
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