real busy. everything is packed. thats why we ended up at the strip club
I think men at large are the problem in most or all relationships. It's like trying to drag a three-legged retarded puppy through an obstacle course
I miss him.. What the hell did I get myself in to? I guess it will get better with time.
No. Just liquor. Time's no good.
At beerfest, hammered, going to try to not get naked in public but i cant make any promises
im trying to stop thinking of him and his amazing dick. every time i do i snap myself with a rubber band. classical conditioning at its finest...and you said i wouldnt learn anything from psychology.
It looks like sephora exploded on his dick, so i assumed I was the second girl that gave him head that night.
We've gotten 3 pitchers already by trading for CUPCAKES
Because the guy guy doing the drawing either wanted to bone, or wanted us to stop entering the contest. Either way, we got concert tickets so I'm cool with both scenarios.
that's the second time I've made out with him and woken up with my pants stuffed with PBRs I am convinced he's magic
I'm full of champagne and rage, of course I'm showing up at his house.
If you can't seal the deal with her, I will. And you know I'll be successful. So there's your incentive
but seriously, an anthropology paper shouldn't be hard if you're trashed, right?
I couldn't break up with him while I was wearing a Hakuna Matata shirt.
He has a bear rug in his room. I'm going to ask if we can have sex on it. Wilderness sex.
I told the border patrol officer she was smuggling drugs in her ass. I doubt she cheats on me again.
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