So I'm at the Chevron by your house. I need a condom and a couch.
Together?
Preferably.
you dont have to exercise, you threw up last night!
yeah seriously, fuck school. I'm changing my master's thesis question from "what are the neuropsychological correlates of antisocial personality" to "will my cat drink this beer"
Its like we are women, and boise state is a gangster rap song. This game is degrading
when we got back we had sex. but it wasnt til the morning that i figured out her leg was broken
He told me i had to sleep under his bed. He said it would be my castle.
Hey we need to step our game up. Dad has us beat; he stole a vending machine once.
I cant tell which is worse. That its only my third time doing laundry this year or that its the first time ive done it sober.
Also, I imagined that his bacne was bubblewrap and that made it much more tolerable
I'm just saying. If this how my magic vagina shows it's magic then I don't want any
I've never seen a guy eye-fuck someone so hard in my entire life. I thought he would develop laser vision, bore holes into your body, and not even realize your innards would be spilling everywhere. That's how bad it was.
god it feels good to gold a bottle of opiates again.
I think that typo was actually more appropriate than what you intended.
It's a noodle incident. All I can say is that it was completely accidental, no one was too seriously injured, and I'm not allowed back to that bar without a designated pusher for my wheelchair.
He was dressed as the 420 Easter bunny...he looked like a walking anti-drug campaign.
We have a great relationship based on communication, sex, and mutual loathing.
Randomize
