I can't belive they dont sell booze Sunday mornings. I mean some of us have to work
You said you didn't deserve to walk so you started crawling down to your room
after eating me out, he asked for something to drink. i gave him a glass of water and he said he needed something stronger.
he's got a countert top full of yard sale blenders so id say maragita wednesdays is a go.
She passed out in the backyard, making "face down" snow angels ... so they could have a smile.
In case you were wondering, transporting lube in a ziploc bag is just as bad of an idea as it sounds.
I'm sorry I make you whore yourself out to him everytime I'm drunk and want mcdonalds.
Hes drunk and dancing naked. I can hear his dick smacking his legs from the next room.
he's definitely still old enough to be your dad. even your grandfather, if you come from a line of juvenile delinquents
I don't get hangovers. Except once. And there is a massively epic story behind that, involving so much alcohol I should have died, and 13 raw hotdogs.
at one point while they were drilling into my jaw I just remember thinking "will I ever be able to suck dick again"
Sorry I've been a slutty nightmare this week
I'm to childless and to single to be asking myself why I'm so sticky
Let's just say if my bucket list had "fngered in the middle of a club by a complete stranger while being sprayed by UV paint" then that is well and truly ticked off.
dude i told her that I loved her...and she said, " go fuck yourself"
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