I have one thing to say: spongebath.
I wish that wasn't all you had to say. And by that, I mean I wish you hadn't said that at all.
i just watched my husband get a prostate exam. sex is ruined for me.
Sooo sorry about that. And crying. And comparing my life to a duck
sorry about calling you the devil all night.
You hooked up with 4 random girls, avoided your grilfriend finding out about it, and dodged traffic on Park Ave. Can you say luck of the Irish?
found my necklace. it was safe with all 6 boxes of peeps that i bought that night.
I mean, I thought you would respect me for turning your life around for the better. It seems just yesterday that I found you in a ditch with a cock in your mouth.
She's beautiful tan and skinny she will make me hate myself and that's what I need in a friend right now
We'll talk about this tommorrow when I'm not mistaking my fingers for French fries....
He screamed AMERICA, took a shot of vodka out of a Tupperware container, and then asked if he could see my tits
you texted him "it's time for the no pants dance", please get your tubes tied.
It's entirely possible that I'm fucking yet another gay guy
He lured me round with the prospect of sex and then made me proofread his CV and spoon. I fucking hate this guy.
enjoying your night?
do dogs like to salsa?
I dont know if that answers my question or not
You’ll (maybe) appreciate that I picked at my ingrown hair again. Quarantine updates are getting BLEAK.
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