I didn't say she couldn't, I said you shouldn't.
I don't remember. I think I elluded to the fact that I would buy him a dildo for his birthday.
Just told him about my threesome. if that doesn't make him want to date me nothing will.
You insisted that you sleep on the bear rug instead of the couch. You said it was lonely and you kept on petting its head.
the taxi driver actually pulled over to let us moon a house full of people
He just asked me if I wanted a ride on the "bologna pony." I never wanna have sex again...
I am convinced that after two dates and a few adult sleepovers that he still doesn't know my name.
I'm watching him slurp a whole mango out of her hand. It's disturbingly arousing.
I had one glass of wine then passed out for 4 hours. It's like I'm having a quarter-life crisis.
I really dont wanna go to a traffic light party. I have nothing red to pretend I'm taken with. Without something red my "my girlfriend is away in the mines" story wont work.
The only word that describes how much hair I shaved off of my ass is "considerable".
I have no concept of chastity or moderation, she is a Catholic guilt poster child, how could I not try to hit that
I'm sitting at my kitchen table alone dressed as a dinosaur smoking bowls in the dark. Is this rock bottom? Or is this living the dream? Who's to say
Go have a frustration cry and get over it
Hypothetically speaking of course, is it bad if a cat eats lube?
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