Glad to hear of your he-man exploits. And just so you know, I am holding you personally responsible for the damage I did to my trachea laughing violently at your comment #2 above. Comedy as a weapon, indeed.
How much do you rock my life? I sleep with another guy, but dream about you!
Although there was no exposed genitalia involved, there was intense partying...which would be the equivalent of sex in my perfect world, and really, still is in my ragingly imperfect one.
My parents named me after a stripper, not audrey hepburn
i am good at the anchient art
i adore the heat (it's winter here at the mo)
can't wait to show you New Yorkers how to party pacific style...
Adam can't go out and play this weekend because we are dead ass broke. We are getting shitfaced and cleaning out every inch of the apt. so he can finally stop living out of boxes. Oh, and hes also getting a mandatory double fister, just the way he likes it. He squeals each night: "I'm a dirty slut, and I like kinky shit!" I'd say thats progress.
He may have BUT...he was telling me that you were proud of him all frikin night. It made him VERY happy. We have to all go out once we aren't so broke...or you can come over for some vodka and a threesome...your choice.
you should've chozen his ass!
[Edited on Jul 07, 2005 3:17PM]