Just think about it this way, every time you work Sunday, it's another $75 and that equals another hooker when we go to Amsterdam.
He's warming up to shark week, by only eating fish and drinking vodka, and all the time he keeps yelling "death to the seals!"
The thing is you're all "holy crap this isn't nearly as bad as I thought pissing on my own face would be."
Am I allowed to say that I would really enjoy blowing you again? Or does that fall into the "nothing changes between us" catagory?
she's doing key bumps of parmesean cheese
This is like the time you took a picture of your knees and told him it was your tits, isn't it?
I'm mentally preparing myself to hang out with him by staring into the mirror saying "thou shalt not get naked" over and over.
Relationships are fuckin' work. And you can't just up and leave with no questions when you really just need to get home because you're about to shit your pants.
You're so wise.
dude, where are you? this beer run has taken so long i read war and peace, took a nap, and shaved 3 times.
He's far too busy staring into my soul to touch my tits.
Walking into her house she felt something in her bra.... It was a used condom. Sadly enough this is not the first or last time it will happen. It's time for an intervention.
It's a shame things ended how they did. We were well on our way to transforming from acquaintances with benefits to friends with benefits.
Seriously if we go to rome ur fucking me into the sunset on a wrought iron balcony overlooking Vatican City
I left the party 20 min ago..just thought i would tell you so you wouldnt think i fell in the lake again
I don't actually like you. I just want to hook up with you.
I'm fine with that
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