After going down on me he either said "there, it's over" or "there's an odor"... I couldn't hear him and was too embarrassed to ask him to repeat himself. I just got dressed, grabbed my bag, and left. So I don't think there's gunna be a second date. =(
shit is crazy. i just keep thinking that this kid growing inside Emily used to live in my balls.
she's walking around the room telling people she can make the room move with her mind and then she shakes her head really fast yelling 'see?!'
Too late. I'm going over there. I'm a bad example for all women: Do as I say, not who I do.
I think I'd rather ejaculate tabasco. You'd have to scrape out guacamole.
My face is bruised from laying on the concrete. NO MORE VODKA!
I'm buying eyelash glue, salt, and limes. We know how tonight is ending.
How creepy of a mustache can you grow by wednesday night?
The only requirement is that his name is Kevin... All other factors don't matter to drunk me. Drunk me likey Kevins.
This is the moment in my life where I take a fork in the "nice guy" road ive traveled for 23 years and fuck everything in sight that doesnt have herpes, or is in-between flare ups and I don't know about it until my dick is on fire.
He also gave me two gold stars for sex. On my nipples.
We had sex in the morning in pregnant lady position. Like fuck me like the hott piece of ass that I am, not your wife of 7 years.
Is it wrong i wouldn't sleep with him because his boxers said #1 dad all over them?
What even was the context for that. All I have written down is "I would vote for President SnakeJaw."
I think I fell asleep on my pizza last night. Damn, I am sauccccy.
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