she asked if i had a condom...i said yes...when we finished it wasnt on...told her it was at home on my dresser.
I have no idea what i drank..i remember dancing and ass grabbing..u falling. Headbutts. Trying not to puke. And deja vu.
I wonder sometimes what your vagina thinks about you.
All I can tell you is you will need a rain slicker for tonight's festivities. Any clothes underneath would be highly frowned upon as well.
Just think about it this way, every time you work Sunday, it's another $75 and that equals another hooker when we go to Amsterdam.
In a weird way, I don't want to stalk him on Facebook. I want to find out what's wrong with him the old-fashioned way. Is this what it means to be romantic?
Ugh I can't even look at alcohol this weekend, my body needs to heal.
she comes in perfect pitch. hook up with more singers.
He literally wrote out a schedule. On it, there's a taco break, and a spot where I start crying.
What was the point of renting a $600 trolley if no one even remembers going to the first bar?
Thank you for listening to my rant about tacos.
Might call you tomorrow on a drunken hate filled rant, or just a normal hate filled rant, either way be ready.
Googling enemas while I get a pedicure ... My life in one senence
I just want to meet a nice normal guy that doesn't want me to taze him while we have sex. . . . .is that too much to ask for?
The last I heard from her she said she was going to plant sunflowers, get drunk on white wine and listen to Everybody Wants to Rule the World on repeat.
Randomize
