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It's like a double rainbow in both sides of the sky mixed with The Jeffersons.
You want to complain about your sex life to me? Right now mine consists of trying to masturbate lightly enough not to wake her up with bed shakes. Go. Fuck. Yourself.
antibiotics and champagne: breakfast of champions
He woke me up at 5am to recite nursery rhymes to our fictitious unborn child.
He left his phone. Turns out he;s been sexting with some girls who can't spell. Time to break out the herpes scare.
I doubt she'll sponsor it. You know alcohol and fireworks don't mix, right?
It's okay. We're not going to soak the fireworks in alcohol. The alcohol is for drinking.
Guess I was throwing darts at a patrons head last night, lol! Black out
I swear I can feel something in my uterus. Like, I can feel his sperm searching for an egg. Wtf...
I think we can all agree that the size of her boobs, combined with beer, is destroying my ability to judge looks.
Living room floor. I asked him to give me a back rub. He did. And smoothly transitioned that to foreplay, then basically threw me on the floor. My vagina hurts. He deserves another Christmas present.
It's fucking New Year's. I can be soberish in 2013 after tonight. It's like the 30 years of grey area between Jesus' birth and death.
i can't believe i'm giving you sex advice.
i've gotten sex advice under stranger situations. like while giving a blowjob behind the communications building.
My parents got me a bottle of vodka and a puke bucket for christmas. I've already used both.
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