clay aiken is like melissa ehteridge without the guitar.
Your dick is once again the conversation topic.
I accidentally screamed the wrong name last night. He stopped for a second, said "fuck it, you're too hot to care," and then continued fucking me.
I've got my laundry in the car, tonights 1 night stand pre-req is an in suite washer and dryer. Let's do this!
we hotboxed my bathroom. with nine people and two dogs.
No more scars from drunken holidays, people are starting to notice.
I think I just inadvertently started a sex competition with my roommate and her boyfriend.
he tried breathing fire using moonshine and a roman candle. would not have believed it unless i actually witnessed it.
Its all fun and games until someone grabs the electrical fence.
They high fived mid Eiffel Tower, then we all proceeded to talk about how our friendship is much stronger now. I'd say a successful first threesome.
Passing out is just my bodies way of protecting my liver.
I know how to say Yes, No, and Your Mother's Vagina. So almost fluent.
He was 6'5 and wearing a kilt, how could I not fuck him
Something I never want to forget. I'm in a porta potty and she is outside knocking on the door going "You're a queen. You're a queen. Never think any different"
That girl is like a master class on how to be an unlovable crazy person.
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