I'm at his house. He has VELCRO shoes. I'm too desperate to leave...I may need help in thee life dept
Just found a dugout in my rental car glove box. Suddenly my mood is upbeat.
I'm relatively certain my chiropractor just judged me for admitting that my back is misaligned from the sex we had last night...
I don't know how many crown and cokes he went through but I know it was more that I have fingers. We are never leaving Texas.
All I learned from that experience was that drinking scotch out of a crunk goblet was bad news.
he wrote me a grocery list while i was passed out. every other item was gin. it went on for 4 pages.
its like what part of i just threw up mcdonalds breakfast means i want to make out with you?
she's traveling up the coast with her camera and a stash of pot cookies eating food from different campuses. said she slept in a closet 2 states away last nite... of course I'm interested
What happened with the girl wasn't a gay thing. It was just a mutual respect and want for sex. The guys just weren't there.
Call it what you want. You fucked a girl.
I know now that the cab driver can get me a 10 dollar blow job. I'm practically a local.
i want to shrink myself down to penis size, climb inside of her pussy and just live there for a few months.
just blew him in the library. I am a classy dame
i got my period today. mid walk of shame and im wearing a shirt that says stay classy. my life is a joke.
Peru was great. He sent me a text after thanking me for my amazing morals which confused me but made me oddly proud...then he texted a correction. He meant my amazing oral. Sadly this Made me prouder. Fuck u bitches and ur morally inhibiting gag reflexes.
I lysoled the money\n(631): wrong text lmao
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