so I'm never txting u again after today...
y?
cuz i don't wanna see it on blogspot :)
ha...too late
i barfeds in our rink
how can you tell if its a queef or a fart from that close?
I would give my right arm to go back to college. Or maybe not. Would be kinda hard to pick up guys with one arm. Then again, knowin what I do now...I could take any freshman bithc with only one arm.
she sang that "this little piggy song" to my balls. and somehow made it work, with me only having two balls instead of five.
Isn't the perk of being in a relationship not having to put in effort for sex?
Grad practice is like a live scrapbook of my drunken sexual encounters
I made this pact with my vagina, though. No more heartless fuckery.
I had to put a towel over my laptop because the little power light was too bright. New hangover low.
I just ASL-ed someone for the first time since 2002.
He tried to convince me that it wasn't really that small and all he had to do was pull back the groin fat. It was still small.
I'm only wearing socks and eating tuna, don't do this to me right now.
In California. Through an entire game + OT. That’s a long time to have an octopus in your pants.
Drunk me bought a cell phone last week and began texting sober me. The conversation between the two is still on going.
The gift for sixth anniversary is steel. He bought me handcuffs. Inee I married the right man!
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