My mind said no, but my drink said yes.
things it involved: vodka, boy parts, possible photos of me on a cell phone. things it did NOT involve last night: my bra, his pants, and sobriety.
So what's the moral of this story? Aside from 'lesbians hold grudges'?
just saw a DUI checkpoint outside of a taco bell...i feel like thats cheating...
If my body was a temple, I pissed all over the front stairs last night..
He's like the houdini of condoms. I never even realized he put one on before we fucked. he's magical.
okay, certainly we can't screw this up, and even as I type, I know we will
She says she'll teach me how to make her squirt tonight so yea, I'm bailing again. I'm not sayin sorry since you don't have a better offer.
He pocket texted me while I was blowing him in the car...What are the odds?
Considering how often you blow him,high.
I have jerked off in every room in your house. *the more you know
This teachers last name is pfister and she did the fisting motion to help explain how to pronounce her name. This class might be good
It's the building I live in, they were lucky I was wearing clothes at all
I love 4am trips to the ER. I feel so responsible for actually making it all the way here.
Keywords: shitstorm, police, jail.
He’s tiny, hairless and humps my leg when he wants sex. He’s basically a chihuahua
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