you started texting yourself and saying they were "divine messages from heaven" then you threw up on stacie's piano.
Pray the makeout fairy visits me this weekend.
I'm skipping the 'hey, how are you, I have to pick up something pointless at your apartment' excuse and just telling you I'm coming over to fuck.
Somehow she slept thru the vacuuming, people walking in and out, and the sound of constant beer bottles hitting the trash, but when someone said weed in a regular volume of voice she startled awake.
A beer fell out of the case, hit the ground and started spraying. He's a pro. He grabbed it and shotgunned it while still holding the case.
i yelled at him for a little and we ended up fucking in a random tennis court.
Which is worse rug burn on your nipples or laying there after wondering how long you have to cuddle before you can sneak away?
He gave me a hug and said "He doesn't deserve you, Anna. Your boobs are great, and I'd fuck you anytime. Any. Place." I need a new 'gay' friend.
I didnt say frisky time, just alone time, to chat, or watch a show, or stare into one anothers eyes, or souls, or asses, whatever you straight people do
The picture on Facebook I was just tagged in, with the mask, that is the definition of Carmen, my drunk alter ego
It's like he drunk calls 6 times for me to come over, but can't say hello at lunch.
If fixing it is ignoring it, and getting naked. Then yes we fixed it.
We just saw two bitche in pink capris jazzercising down the road. On Thanksgiving.
I got so drunk last night that I was drunk in my dream. Good night
It was like Strip poker and blow, but with Yu-Gi-Oh cards
Randomize
