I want to do you till i cant cum anymore. Till all i get is a little flag that says "bang".
You kept whispering, no one does me like Jimmy Johns does me.
I asked for a dramatic "funeral" look for my makeup. They judged me.
According to the bell hop, we stumbled in about 4 and then cannon balled into the pool.
There's a skull full of vodka. How bad can it be?
It was an 11am booty call. We were both out of our element.
I've come to the conclusion while folding laundry and watching porn that I may be dead inside.
You woke up butt naked, peed yourself said something about jumbo shrimp, and passed back out 10 seconds ltr..
Im so glad I make morally wrong decisions. It's like the best worst thing I've ever done.
My dad found my bra hanging from my rear view mirror. Happy long weekend.
I am serious when I say I think I broke a rib having sex with Kyle. It might be puncturing my lung. No lie. I might die today.
Umm... When he walked in I shot him with my confetti gun... It's a wonder my booty calls even show up.
When I went to pick up Adam from the train station, I found him passed out, covered in gold paint and wrapped in a red blanket. someone had glued a gaudy green rhinestone to his forehead. He looked homeless.
Plus my parents would be pissed if I spent Thanksgiving in jail... again.
Ok, you agree to the terms? We can have sex, but this doesn't mean we're back together...it just means we're working on things. Got it? Sign here.
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