ohhh my god. this party should be titled "my hookups of summers past" be expecting some good stories tomorrow
Did I hear correctly when it sounded like he said "just don't let me throw up into your vaj?"
I've developed breathing exercises to keep myself from puking..
You need a Jiminy Cricket, but for sexual decisions.
i know i should keep better track of the things that i put in your vagina but i've put so many things in there it's hard to keep track
Porn. Physics. Porn. Icecream. Porn. That's my life now.
Moments after comforting her about her boyfriend issues I found myself in the other room showing him my tits.
I do NOT want my proposal story to start "...he was peeing on me and then..."
In going to go underground and live with the mole people for a while.
Like what? And no, shrooms cannot be party favors.
PS I almost downloaded grindr to see if any guys wanted to buy me chinese food..
I'm so festive that I used my jack o lantern bucket as a just in case barf bin
My moral compass kept pointing to his penis.
This is not a test of the emergency warning system. He has broken my vagina. I repeat he has broken my vagina. Damn it was good.
I may have passed out and puked all over the host's favorite couch, but three hours and a rip later, I was eating tiramisu in the bathtub with the birthday boy and a hot Italian.
Randomize
