I'm gonna write a book, Things that go bump in the night: The story of Katelyn. Chapter one, my roommate is a dumb whore.
please don't go to jail. I'd hate to have to call the montgomery county jail every time I need sex advice
I don't like finding out that my fuck buddy is a good person.
Well she just peed in a pot and is now trying to boil it
I want to be ashamed of the things we do this weekend
I'm really sorry I gave you road head last night and made you drive over and break the sprinkler system.
I caught them hiding behind a car trying to have sex.
I told him I would only take his calls if he was dead, dying, capturing a midget, or buying me shots.
I stand by my new policy.
There was a cop outside the house so we just put the alcohol in this watermelon
one minute he's happily playing with a lighter and the next thing I know, he's screaming and the swing set is on fire
she's fucked both of my roommates but not me. i feel like I'm not part of the group anymore
Can you please help mom and dad? Theyre trying to figure out Skype, and its like 2 cavemen finding fire.
The sex may be the only reason I like him. I've confused the multiple orgasms for feelings.
I think he has some internal "man stuff" that keeps getting in the way.
Like alcoholism and general douchbagary.
I just remembered that the guy I slept with last night has "USDA PRIME" tattooed on his ass
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