I've been emailing with a woman. I don't think she's into me, but we've become sorta email buddies. I'm hoping to meet her because on her profile she states she's into 'fisting.' Frankly the thought kinda freaks me out but I'm dying to see what kind of woman is 1) into that and 2) admits it upfront.
Why do you have Season One of Reba in your underwear drawer?
Why are you in my underwear drawer?
How did your new apartment party go last night?
I'm really happy i have a bigger bathroom to puke in.
She made me cum so hard I couldn't hear for half an hour after
noo you weren't that drunk. you just knocked the grill over and couldn't get the key in the door, so you climbed through the window. success.
Did we literally take a cab across the street
Well if all fails we can always become surrogate mothers. I hear that pays well.
I have got to stop making out with redheads. I need to sign my life over to my dad like Britney Spears.
I had this image of some guy in a taco truck down by the IMA accosting you for a peep show.
Is it mean to convince my old booty call she used me for sex so I can bang her again before I leave for Denver?
The fact that it was "anything but a cup" now explains the cowboy boots and fishbowl aftermath at the apartment.
I put on pants and a bra for you and you never showed up. There is no forgiveness for that.
Of course he's seen my tits, I wave those things around like a trump supporter does an American flag
I'm sorry I keep drunk texting your boyfriend sports updates.
That's okay. He needs friends too.
He gave us beer and shots and made us pizza in his brick oven before firing a handgun into the air to signal it was time to give us a ride in his inflatable raft to the bars.
He's like a mythological figure
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