Black lace...the rest is up to ur imagination
I just recorded courtney puking and set it as my ringtone.
I'm like a warm blanket that has sex with you
Can we please not be like these pathetic people in their thirties who only get drunk when they go see Sherrill Crow?
I blacked out, started puking and peed on the guy I was hooking up with. Mid hand job.
How old are you? 14? Who gives hand jobs anymore?
Salt in an open wound right now.
It can't be good... The last recollection I have is singing lullabys to his penis
ambylanc
what?
there was an amgbulance. iw ish i was in it.
Last thing I remember is Dusty riding the bikes we "borrowed" from the hotel through the CVS while the rest of us picked up the girls who were laughing at him
The amount of guys who just came into the room to give me a high five after hooking up with him was about 5 too many.
I may wear a condom to jerk-off tomorrow knowing that my hand has touched surfaces in this bar.
I found out Naomi Campbell and I have the same birthday and I feel like that explains so much
At this point it's more of an experiment to see how much actual bush growth is possible. See, being single can be both educational and surprisingly comfy!
The ride home was alright, we hooked up in the street next to his car after he smashed into the guard rail
I hate who I am becoming
I think of it as growth but I also hate who I am becoming as well
I'm on someone's yacht. I don't know who. But I'm on it. There's a guy passed out in a kilt holding bagpipes. Help.
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