I think my vagina is haunted
morning outfit: hottub soaked skirt. no underwear. someone's bandanna worn as a shirt. took me an hour to walk home. this isn't fun anymore.
I'm going to buy you a pony but under one condition: you have to name it sarah jessika parker
Heading to the gym, the one that guy said he goes to. Already checked online, his class is at 5. And no, this isn't too much after meeting him last night. Stop judging me,
I'm pretty sure we put the facepaint on during whippets
the laptop wouldn't balance on his lap. that's how well endowed he is.
At front desk. Got a beer drinking pigeon.
I was short on money so I let my roommate mase me for $60
is it bad that my walk of shame involves the church shuttle?
90 seconds of pumping and 2 months of bragging all summer. So much for my reputation here.
I'm right down the road from AJ's old house and I'm getting mixed feelings. My vagina is remembering good dick. But the rest of me is remembering horrible times.
I went shopping for a dress that was baptism and bar appropriate.
I've done dumber things than this for flimsier reasons. Come with. If I pull it off I need a witness, and if I fail I need an escape plan.
She has no problem going ass to mouth, but won't eat the pizza crust. I don't get it.
I know what I want to do this Friday. However, it might end in me getting kicked out of an arcade and a mini golf course.
Randomize
