She woke up 3 seperate times, each time she had a look of pure terror on her face, she had no clue where she was.
We were all singing so you said you were going to play a percussion instrument... the crackers.
I no longer question where these bruises come from... between the strip pole in the living room, the slipnslide in the hallway and our constant level of intoxication I will always be bruised...
I felt like a dog for all the times during sex that he said "good girl"
Next year we will be 30 and no more shots during the week.
he was definitely TRYING to give me herpes.
HIS TAN HAS PUT ME TO SHAME. HE TOOK HIS PANTS OFF AND HIS DICK LOOKED LIKE A GHOST
S.O.S. he's talking about horses and breast feeding.
Robert just walked in drunk, grabbed my Jameson from me, told me to let him do his thing, and spilled it all over the coffee table. Then he told me to grab a funnel because he was going home.
I don't send those kind of pictures unless the recipient has already been up close and personal with it. I don't give previews, but I will provide recaps.
Spent the majority of my senior year drunk. Graduate of 2011, I think 2011. Probably.
I just want to drink cheap wine and throw my bra at an aging singer songwriter
I woke up saran wrapped to a chair....
Right now I'm laying face down on my carpet in my living room in the darkness sending work emails from my phone.
It's a glamorous life.
She's writing hockey erotica again.
Tell her to pick another team besides ours this time.
Randomize
