They keep asking what you are doing. I told them to quit calling her "what."
he fingered me, smelled his fingers, then asked me what i ate today..
Too late. I'm going over there. I'm a bad example for all women: Do as I say, not who I do.
the girls on my floor started fighting over who got to keep the random hoodies that boys forgot in my room after sex
he put on The Eye of the Tiger while she was in labor.
stuck in traffic next to occupy boston. smells like patchouli and unshaven pubes
In case you're wondering where my head is at right now, it's wishing that I was getting laid and not having a debate about cheese.
There was so much jailbait at the festival that there was no other option but to drink my morals away
This Pinterest wedding planning is a good distraction. I'm great at this, my imaginary wedding is beautiful
Well the term Party is used loosely in this situation. Since it will just be mom wine drunk and us eating chips with multiple dips.
You're breaking my sexual little heart
Him showing up yesterday was like a giant ego stroke for my vagina.
He was licking my ear while recommending that I shop at IKEA. I think he's my perfect guy.
I'm just now realizing I've slept with guys from three different decades over the past year. That's gotta be some sort of record.
i just found a pair of your underwear stuffed behind my harry potter books...was that on purpose?
haha no, it was majik
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