Yeah. I woke up naked in his bed this morning and remember saying "Get a condom cuz I can't afford an abortion right now" last night. He didn't run. He's a keeper
please come you make the beer taste better
And there I was, sitting Indian style on the kitchen floor, my fingers covered in peanut butter.
We fucked to techno music while he wore shin guards... best sex ever.
I feel choking has become trendy-- ita losing its effect. I may just have to go back to missionary to spice it up
The cops said we could pay $250 or spend the night in jail and get 2 free meals. I might pee in mail-boxes more often
He ran into the room yelling "attack! Attack!", jumped on top of me on the air mattress, popped the air mattress, and then we had victory sex, because he was proud of popping it.
You were captain morganning on the laundry hamper and when I walked in you slingshotted a thong at me and started peeing. This all came back to me when I picked up some jeans to wear and they smelled like piss.
We found her on the balcony debating if it was easier to jump or throw up. Neither decision would not have been good for the 91 year old below us.
We have so much sex to catch up on
By the way, do you realize that you asked me how much you could get for your eggs last night. And once you learned the price said that you had plenty to share.
I hoped the great care he put into rolling a blunt would translate to my vagina.
But what we lack in money, we make up for in dry humor and drugs
I guess it's part of life. Sometimes your ex boyfriend becomes a drag queen.
And I mentioned the burning debate about your circumcision in my Christmas card to your mom.
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