Conclusion from last night: Sometimes being classy isn't as fun as making out with a guy on a pooltable in a bar. Happy birthday, Canada.
I got to watch him fuck me from behind in the reflection of an ornament. so glad I decorated.
after the first, "yea you like that baby", i quickly remembered why i had stopped having sex with him.
Had a dream I was a monkey and smoked pot out of a bong made out of a tree
I brought up my Bobbly Flay drinking game in the interview. Of course I got the job.
I'm leaving my hospital band on when we go drinking tonight. I'm aiming for pity sex.
I wasn't going to take him home until I heard "hung like a water buffalo" then curiosity got the best of me.
oh come on since when have relationships been boundary lines for us
fair point
As your attorney I advise you to rage rapidly
Finishing last nights 1.5L of wine and beef jerky for breakfast. Work looms, ever the prickly bitch.
You'd be proud! I didn't lose my id this time... It got confiscated
Would it be appropriate to cancel a hookup to watch the golden globes?
absolutely. tina fey and amy poehler trump everything.
was I really that bad?
you army crawled across the kitchen floor, turned the cat into "super kitty" and crawled into the dog cage
No no no he wouldn't talk to me before I showed his best friend how good I am at twerking
You know you gave a quality blow job when you have to ice your neck and jaw the next day.
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