At some point, I’d like to pretend that his penis is a popsicle.
Damn it. Can't order pizza. Can't do the hot tub. No one to invite over for loud, kinky sex. What's the point of being here alone?!
Vasectomy results are in. No swimmers in the water. REPEAT. No swimmers in the water. Come help me harness my new found super-power
He took me home and by the time I woke up after catching up on sleep I realized I accidentally put on one of his fiances socks. whoops.
Hey, it's all about finding the bright side. And boobs are definitely a bright side.
especially when i'm drunk. his dick might as well be made of cotton candy.
We have hung out 5 times and only had sex 3 of those times. I'd call that friendship
Chasing my kid around a 30' jungle gym was not how I envisioned spending the day off work to recover from a vasectomy.
I'm trying to be sexual and you're sending me smashmouth lyrics
I wish I could take a screenshot of how things literally look from my eyeballs right now
I just found a grey hair. On my nipple. Fuck you too, Mother Nature.
I may or may not be setting up an encounter with a foot fetishist just because I'm curious.
I feel like my sexual preferences are just another sign that I am a 75 year old drag queen in a 29 year old woman's body.