how's this sound. You, me a box of pink franzia and a night full of possibilities in your basemen. I'll be me. You be you. And we'll see where it goes
watching E! true Hollywood story: curse of the lottery.. i'd probably spend all my money on blow and airplanes too..
I cannot convey how much I really do love Chris Hansen. FYI: he is the JC Chasez of my adult years.
another part of my inner child died when i emptied my crayon bank for dollar beer night.
No. I want him to marry me so we can spend our lives together. I also want a to-scale model of his genitals to mount above my fireplace
I don't think we had sex because when I woke up he was still wearing the chicken suit.
he peed on his own floor last night after we left the bar. pretty much sums up how i feel about the evening
so when our kids ask "when did you know you loved mommy?" you're gonna say "when she sent me emoticons about slobbing on my knob?"
btw telling the cab driver, that took you to your booty call that is now returning your wallet that you left in his cab, that you want to hug him is awkward
I'm just saying; the box truck will cost less then dorms or rent, and we can always crash where the party is.
Idk dude I just feel kinda weird masturbating in my Obama Biden 2008 shirt...
One day soon I'll learn the difference between a good high and way too high. Today is not the day.
I had a rough night. I'm just gonna lay here and masturbate for a while before I have to go adult.
Update on my sex life: my calves are sore from masturbating too much. It's a thing. Look it up.
He had me sit on his face until I begged him to stop, then held me there 5 minutes longer. I rested my head on his chest, told him I needed time to recover....and slept for 6 hours. By the time I woke, he was already at work. I just sent him a countdown times until his shift is over.
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