if you call bong hits and onion rings a party, then yeah
He cummed in my mouth, then said he had to go because his best friend broke his foot falling off of a balcony, put twenty dollars in my hand and was gone before I could even swallow...
the only thing i remember last nigh is talking to some chick for thirty minutes about cheese.
oh my god, there is an imprint from the nuva ring in the christmas card my mom sent me. merry christmas.
he ran through my sliding door
in his defense that door gets complicated after 10 beers
I texted him that I wanted to be more than fuck buddies so when I came over he gave me a punch card. He takes me I dinner every 10 fucks.
I get that he's ugly and I deserve better but I will still beat up the girls he hangs out with.
Get a piano. I want to have sex on it.
I passed out in all my clothes. like my purse too..and with a cup of water next to me..and my last tweet last night was "Bye."
It was a book called Gay Safari.
I'm so happy for you now that you have found your perfect porn novel.
woke up to a family dragging me under their beach umbrella, they poured water on me bc they "thought I was dead" then fed me quesadillas and nursed me back to health... gotta love Cabo
I'm busy watching infomercials. I'd say I'll join you later, but I'm doing a shot every time they demonstrate how difficult life is WITHOUT this product. So I doubt I'll be able to walk in another... Maybe 40 minutes.
But feel free to join! A new infomercial starts in 12 minutes.
She pretty much spent NYE measuring dicks, trying to decide which one to take home.
All I remember is talking the cops into calling us a cab instead of giving us PIs while trying to wake up your passed-out-on-a-bench ass.
I felt the need to set off fireworks in the living room while they were having sex upstairs. Yes, they quieted down.
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