I don't make mistakes...just understandable bad choices.
we're getting ready to take strippers to breakfast. I love my life.
My astrological sign? Vagitarius.
She was so high she ate a little piece of weed off her pants and thought it was food.
i'm dressed up like the coppertone baby and being hit on a guy in a monk costume. the irony is not lost on me.
there were at least 5 of us standing around the bathroom stall cheering you on to throw up.
this is not okay. even my mom refers to me as a sorostitute.
no more heavy drinking durning the lady that cleans the office told me i have to emtpy my own thrash if i puke in it
He told me to put on my big boy pants, then take them off and fuck her before he smacks me with a chair. His pep talks suck.
OMG. Dad just threw a 100 dollar bill down on the table for a girl to lift her shirt. I think he was kidding, but...
This late night dumpster diving sesh is making my quads cramp up
he told me "apparently my gag reflex doesn't work so if you magically grew a penis I would deep throat you"
I do not love him. There is no love. Only sex and meatloaf.
Conversations really do change when your social worker had your dick in her mouth the other night.
We took three cabs to get home, the first one dropped us off a block away, so we went back to the hotel and tried again
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