so Mike and I made a deal. we'd do anal if he would help me pick out carpet tomorrow.
What...you let him do that?
It wasnt that bad. the two minutes it took is nothing compared to the 10 hr day I have planned for him tomorrow
I have a new drinking limit. I'll stop when I know I'm going to untag the picture that was just taken of me.
I know it may not be fiscally responsible to pregame fifty cent night, but I'm gonna go ahead and do it anyway.
So Easter dinner for me was at 4:40 this morning where i made Bagel Bites and had a glass of Chardonnay
you were asking all the dicks on chatroulette if they had daddy issues
All I heard was "You have collect call from Lafayette Parish Jail for Dude it was awesome! I'll tell you about it later!"
On that note; HAPPY 21: THE SEQUEL from the back of an ambulance!!
I wish they could condense everything I needed, nutritionally speaking, into mike and ikes
You're 34. You can't make guys wait till the third date anymore. Step it up!
I just want cinnabon and vodka.
So anyway, I'm just floating along life with my vibrator and low expectations.
This is a weird combination of planning and sexting but whatever
He's got a british accent, a tounge ring, and he's wearing an eye patch... Of corse I'm fucking him
Dude she is fucking shit up. Her baby would be proud
When I planned out my evening, "co-author lesbian vampire erotica" was not anywhere on my list of expected activities.
Me neither, but hey, this is where we've ended up. Let's embrace the moment.
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