Tonight I cracked open my bottle of Jack Daniels Tennessee Honey Whiskey. I’m sure you can guess why. Side note, the irony is delicious.
(By overheard, I mean said by me.) “Play my vagina like the bongos.” “This cup came all over my tits.” “I just hit the riser and make the Africa face.” “Hand-jobs: also played like the bongos. I hope that image stays with you when you meet my boyfriend on Saturday.” “You brought cookies? I want to kiss you on the… Read more »