He was dressed in cheap leather and smelled like death.
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!
I'm not sure...it could be the pasta I ate from her sink, the dominoes, or just the alcohol. Or a wicked combination of all 3.
No, listening to the fray and drinking a bottle of jack daniels does not count as counseling
Do you have any idea how horrifying it is to hear your sister and her husband fucking then immediately go down stairs only to hear your parents fucking....... I wish I was Hellen Keller right now.
yeah we're mixing orange juice, vodka, and rum and calling it Oj Simpson On Trial
probably one of the worst weekends ever... i got peed on by his sleepwalking roommate.
Maybe I'm just didn't notice and imagined a different penis as a Freudian coping mechanism?
Yeah i'd say someone being in the room while you're doing someone makes them eligible for fb friendship
It's a fucking menopause festival down here at the strike zone
So I'm sitting here baked on a bridge thinking about how plants think, I miss you so much
He was my first. He knew. He knew right there I was wrapped around his penis.
I was mad at him...then I jerked off. Now I'm over it. Orgasms fix everything, I swear.
After a beer I realize now I may have shared too much about my obsession with ghosts with my therapist this morning.
This night could easily degenerate into a drunken haze of strippers and gambling, but I need a support network.
Randomize
