So, how was the dinner
Just like the ex wife, cold, fatty, and expensive.
So I have to ask... did I meet your lumberjack expectations? I mean, minus the red flannel and all.
He told me he had never done that before...I responded with "clearly"
I would rather wake up to a truck driver than wake up to her
i blame lastnights decisions on friday the 13th
I returned her cell phone that I found in the bathroom, I felt the stretcher and the ambulance was enough of a learning experience.
Considering the last guy I had sex with was gay, this was a huge improvement.
I just feel like a girl who's never eaten a pb&j probably doesn't swallow
Hey, I got 20% of the people home that I was responsible for. I can't be expected to do much more.
N.C. cops just used a megaphone to tell me I have a slutty outfit. My life is complete.
Not my type. One of those types that loves that they're educated, could drink their red wine and have an intellectual conversation and have a wonderful time
An adult?
Also I've come to learn that "type" and "fetish" are different things. Apologies for earlier confusion.
I may be going to Mexico. I just met a drug dealer at a strip club. Seems legit.
Way to fucking accidentally drunk dial me while you're talking to and buying other girls drinks. Don't call me.
They tried to get you to drink water and all you kept shouting was, "NO MORE LIQUIDS OF *ANY* KIND."
Randomize
