she was seriously choking and the whole time all he kept saying was "that's what she said"
The cops just drove by on their loudspeaker going DO NOT DRINK THE WATAHH
I love boston
I searched the house and found a small bottle of sherry which is probably as old as I am, has prob gone off and tastes like shit. I don't care any more. It has come to this.
apparently i saved myself a memo last night titled "cake" and all it says is "i love it so much"
After we fucked he shhhh'd me and said your welcome
we traced the origins of this shit fest of a relationship back to a single instance of road head. then we did a reinacment
We'll I told him I wanted to keep it PG last night, but then later I asked him to take his pants off. So i'm guessing it was my fault.
I mean your new thing is losing body parts and feeling colors so its not like we are hurting for entertainment
It kind if looked like a strap-on dressed up for Halloween.
You peed in my kitchen, while crying and insisting my floor was a toilet.
Cocaine and dance dance revolution for 4 hours. I consider last night a success.
I'm sorry you're hurting. Would a picture or my erect penis help?
Look, road flare archery was agreed on. We both accepted it was a shit idea sober, but did it drunk anyway.
Ah Christ I think I've reached the single life mentality 100%. I just inquired a photographer about a photo shoot with my dog.
Regardless I WANT TO BE YOUR SEX DISPENSARY. that is like the career I was born for.
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