I recently realized something. A little blip of recognition.
If you're a breeder: Between your parents' house, your dorm, your roommates, and then kids of your own, a retirement community, maybe a nursing home ... there are very few -- precious few -- years when you can wake up on a Sunday morning and stagger out to your living room to find you'd left a pile of underwear on the floor, empty bottles stacked up on bookshelves, and lube and toys on the coffee table. Enjoy them.
I know I plan to.
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Haha - I love this. It is so true. I've definitely woken up on a Sunday, come out and saw my apartment as a wreck. Clothes thrown everywhere in the anxious attempt to get them off... something about seeing this is satisfying and definitely a marker of youth and limited obligations. Great post!
Ha! So so true. Maybe the trick is to find a partner that doesn't mind either? Then can do it for years!
Hi - I am definitely happy to discover this. Good job!
love it.
Well I am cureently 18 and living with my parents so I just keep all the stuff in my room xD
Just hopefully the lube and toys weren't brought out because you were drinking by yourself in the living room. :)
- Devon
That´s so true, this is when you miss living with your parents :P
I am agreed with datingsidor,I left living with my parents from last 5 years.But when i get free time and some vacations i definitely visit my mom and dad.I really miss them......
Love you mom and dad...
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