Well, I am so extremely grateful it didn't burn it off. I've become used to it keeping me warm at night.
I heard that. Andy, you sound terrible. Sunshine hasn't even snotted on me as much as you have, and she doesn't know how to use a tissue. Plus? I think you've been spending way too much time with me. You're extremely free with the gross and inelegant now. You used to be so modest.
I don't really feel like sex again yet. My head hurts too much.
Is it the reason you let me share your pillow at night?
It feels like my brain is leaking. If I lie down all the way, I asphyxiate myself. I learned from the best teacher. You told me to let it all hang out. It's sort of hanging miserably a little to the left right now. I think it needs a hug. And remember, you were the one that gave me free licence to fart in bed. I was being chivalrous and gentlemanly.
I didn't think so. As nice as it was, I want to keep you alive a little bit longer. At least long enough to wear my designer wedding dress.
Let? You're a pillow ninja. I have no choice but to let you. You're my own personal body pillow. I can wrap all around you and you just sleep on like a log. No snoring, either. And you think it was the Tiffany diamond why I said yes.
How about a warm bath? Fresh jammies. More Vicks. I'll tuck it right back into hanging miserably towards the middle. I'll even keep my hand there as a brace if I have to. Chivalrous and gentlemanly is adorable for five star restaurants. We share a bed and you're going to be my husband. You had to learn the married farting ettiquette. Which is, basically, none. Better out than in, like I said. And don't think I missed that accidental slip during sex. I heard it. I was just being polite because I knew if I started giggling, you would too and you had an extremely delicious rhythm going on, you know.
Designer, huh? Do you even need me to show up on the day? I can just stay home and eat your Ben & Jerry's stash.
It's all a ruse so I can feel you up in your sleep. The diamond is really a tracking device so I know when you're in Manolo Blahnik and I might not see you for a week.
Going to join me? I shouldn't find you rubbing Vicks on my chest as hot as I do. Well, you have to admit I was a fast learner, on account of the fact you kept showing me the way it should be done. I'm sick and I was concentrating. That's my excuse, and I'm sticking to it. I think I owed you one anyway.
I technically only need your finger to get the ring on, and your cock for the wedding night. How about, you eat my stash and I'll chop those vital organs off for you?
I concur with the ruse. Feel away, my darling paramedic. You always did know how best to use your hands. All lies! The shoe awesomeness blocks any tracking systems.
I'm not only going to join, you I'm going to grope you extensively in the process. Hey, I think it was cute. It means you were totally into it, so it's technically a compliment. But I'll give you the sick leeway, just because I love you. And possibly, but I will always out-fart you, baby. I pride myself on that skill.
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I tried this menthol body wash once, I though my dick was going to burn off.
Oh man, I just sneezed and it felt like half my sinuses blew out of my nose.
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Well, I am so extremely grateful it didn't burn it off. I've become used to it keeping me warm at night.
I heard that. Andy, you sound terrible. Sunshine hasn't even snotted on me as much as you have, and she doesn't know how to use a tissue. Plus? I think you've been spending way too much time with me. You're extremely free with the gross and inelegant now. You used to be so modest.
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Is it the reason you let me share your pillow at night?
It feels like my brain is leaking. If I lie down all the way, I asphyxiate myself. I learned from the best teacher. You told me to let it all hang out. It's sort of hanging miserably a little to the left right now. I think it needs a hug. And remember, you were the one that gave me free licence to fart in bed. I was being chivalrous and gentlemanly.
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Let? You're a pillow ninja. I have no choice but to let you. You're my own personal body pillow. I can wrap all around you and you just sleep on like a log. No snoring, either. And you think it was the Tiffany diamond why I said yes.
How about a warm bath? Fresh jammies. More Vicks. I'll tuck it right back into hanging miserably towards the middle. I'll even keep my hand there as a brace if I have to. Chivalrous and gentlemanly is adorable for five star restaurants. We share a bed and you're going to be my husband. You had to learn the married farting ettiquette. Which is, basically, none. Better out than in, like I said. And don't think I missed that accidental slip during sex. I heard it. I was just being polite because I knew if I started giggling, you would too and you had an extremely delicious rhythm going on, you know.
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It's all a ruse so I can feel you up in your sleep. The diamond is really a tracking device so I know when you're in Manolo Blahnik and I might not see you for a week.
Going to join me? I shouldn't find you rubbing Vicks on my chest as hot as I do. Well, you have to admit I was a fast learner, on account of the fact you kept showing me the way it should be done. I'm sick and I was concentrating. That's my excuse, and I'm sticking to it. I think I owed you one anyway.
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I concur with the ruse. Feel away, my darling paramedic. You always did know how best to use your hands. All lies! The shoe awesomeness blocks any tracking systems.
I'm not only going to join, you I'm going to grope you extensively in the process. Hey, I think it was cute. It means you were totally into it, so it's technically a compliment. But I'll give you the sick leeway, just because I love you. And possibly, but I will always out-fart you, baby. I pride myself on that skill.
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