Damn, my boyfriend doesn't play that :(. He plays Witcher 3, Watchdogs, and Destiny. I'm apparently very weird and like watching people play video games (though Destiny is a bit less fun because he has to talk to his friends).

It's my go-to.

I’m a morning and night lady :P. I don’t know when my boyfriend prefers but he hasn’t complained with me waking him up to have sex yet.

Never change.

I do that and after I massage either the back or everything else, I move onto...other...areas....

When my boyfriend wants a blowjob (which is atleast every day I’m at his place) he puts my hand or pushes my head (a little) to his crotch. When I want him to touch me, I grab his hand and put it there until he gets the ideas and decides if he wants to (bdsm relationship, he makes the decisions). Are we just really…

My boyfriend is painfully wrong in his hatred of leopard print. I think I need a pair of leopard flats.

My boyfriend is painfully wrong in his hatred of leopard print. I think I need a pair of leopard flats.

I love your name.

It’s going to be hilarious when he’s a teenager and his friends are told about his Morris Bart obsession.

The bracelet is what I’m hoping my boyfriend will get me (and probably won’t).

I got it the day after insertion. Even if you're a tough gal, stock up on ibuprofen/Advil and lots of pads/tampons if you're not in the diva cup cult (I am). Hopefully you don't get the increased pain and 50% more blood though like some women do. It's supposed to get better after 3 or 4 periods at least.

Is no one safe from the greys? (Especially me)

I’ll just be here, all smug with my copper IUD I got last month.

You could always be a black widow ;)

I'm a pro at your last life goal.....except I don't like pyjamas.

I feel the same way....except for the legal benefits. Those seem like a good thing to have. Except I really want to be a spinster and 50 cats, so this is all moot.

Yes. Yes you did 😎

There was both. I'd prefer the Rembrandts though.

One of her art films from decades ago was called four. It was a woman ass as she was walking. I'd have to say it's the latter.

Having to see someone screaming, smashing bottles with a hammer, and then singing happy birthday to themselves and pouring the glass on a cake. All on a busy street. These things and Yoko Ono are enough to make anyone hate art.