You remember correctly you did get a golf cart ride out but it wasnt because you were special. You were so smashed you were screaming tiger at random golfers in the middle of there backswing.
We have sex, then he cooks. It's like a fantasy.
I bought this skirt with every intention to have it wrapped around my tits by the end of the night. So, I'm not a whore. I'm a self-fulfilling prophecy.
As I was climbing out of the pool he slapped my ass and said 'stay golden', i don't know why but it felt right.
I ended up with a gash in my head from drunken dancing last night. I love life.
I posted my balls on ericas instagram. It got 17 likes.
I stood in my living room with two beers in my hand asking these said beers if they were going to drink each other. I then insisted that I would drink them and chugged both. Happy Halloween.
I think my ball sweat smells like waffle house. might be time to change up drunken eating habits
IF I CANT STRIP TO SANTA BABY THEN WHY EVEN HAVE CHRISTMAS.
I can't give advice right now, I have a yeast infection.
Perfect. I'll put on my party clothes and write emergency numbers on my arm
Like every two minutes he would pull out and whipser "don't you do it, you bastard" while looking at his penis. His new name in my phone is 'penis whisperer'
I am a bad person
You slept with him. Was it good?
I wasnt going to but I was too lazy to blow up the air mattress
Her tits are so fantastic they gave him a panic attack.
you poured beer in your mouth so you could be a beer pong cup for her to drink out of/make out with
Did it work?
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