i hope your v-card owns a pair of floaties
All I remember is yelling at him to admit he liked Bon Jovi, then accusing him of giving love a bad name.
I decided that just having that story under my belt and being able to tell it to my grandchildren is worth the regrets of the evening.
I've been thinking about it and if we ever have a threesome it'll start off with us clothed solely in our matching fur vests
Two dudes got up on top of the pianos and danced shirtless. They didnt even get kicked out. I love vegas
Our idea of a "deep conversation" was successfully forming complete sentences.
Until then we have the self affirmation from retweets and nights alone with pizza..
Then mom squeezed my boob and said, "Dad would go nuts if I had these..."
We got buck wild in our animal onesies last night. You kept ripping off your tail in angry rages.
The thought "Ummm which pants am I wearing? ...I *am* wearing pants, right?" just ran through my head. I'm done. So done.
Could you just like have a friend who feels bad for me and secretly always wanted to have sex with me
apparently when she asked me how drunk I was on a scale of 1-10, I answered "bitch I'm fabulous" and tried to do a sassy hairflip. but I have short hair.
HE IS. YOU SHOULD TOUCH HIS BACK.
IT IS A COURTSHIP RITUAL.
THE MUTUAL BUTT TOUCH IS SACRED.
its been well over a year and hes still saying sex with me was epic
Drunk sex on a hardwood floor is never ever a good idea. Lesson learned.
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