The good thing about walking home in a dress on sunday morning is that people mistake my walk of shame as a walk to God.
she farted while i was going down on her. not doing that again
It was literally the size of a half eaten tic tac.
I just realize today that I've dated three guys this year with their own blog. Ugh that's embarrassing.
We role played last night. I was Brandon Inge and she was some slut from Toledo. Let's just say Triple A might not be so disappointing after all.
He got violent drunk so we have to untie him in the morning. He's in your basement and you're out of electrical tape. Don't forget because I will.
sriracha body shots, that's gonna be a thing
it's like you just said "i want you to suffer"
I missed rounds this morning...my senior resident hooked me up to and IV and made me stay in the clinic because he said I didn't look presentable enough to walk around the hospital
He told me"I think your ready for this" and went into his closet whipped out a movie certiffied light saber.
We met up and made out in front of an empanada spot, if that's not romance then idk what is.
I just made a dick pic collage. Let me just tell you,there is no comparison to the latest!
Its my nipple ring piercing anniversary. We need to celebrate.
You seem to be avoiding the poop question. How did you poop on your hand?
Where do you think black out memories go?
Into the dark abysmal abyss of the deepest, darkest part of your mind. It's obviously the bodies natural defense to protect you from witnessing the shit you do while actually blacked out.
I'm listening to a women in metal station and wearing a flannel. I may have approached peak lesbian.
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