he's 24. he finally texted me instead of using facebook chat. baby steps.
and that's why we call him explosion in my pants. no one remembers his real name.
the lighter is IN the bong. I don't know what to do
It was a cry at the bar alone type of night, served with a side of passing out facedown in my nachos.
Bad behavior is like a petri dish that grows organically In my heart
I'm still hoping for it dude. Random north dakota pussy. If my 16 year old self knew that these were my dreams he would so try to beat me up, and i think he could.
He said the last thing he remembered thinking was: 'Why is this vagina spinning?' Too drunk sex is no ones friend.
I had a great time except for the part where you called another guy, told him you were in a cab - not on a date - and that you'd meet him at a bar in 15 minutes. but besides that it was awesome. Next time capping you at two glasses of wine
I was giving this guy head and he stopped me to look me in the eyes and say "you have a gift"
I think I'll handle my grief by throwing myself headlong into lesbianism. Seems like a fitting tribute to you.
i just came to a realization. Besides probably food, in my lifetime i think i have spent more money on legal fees than anything else
Night one million where I have madri gra beads around my neck and no justifiable reason for where they came from
he never texted me back from last night. i think brining out the suction cup dildo was a mistake
She text me that night and asked how the dick was and I quote my drunk self "average at best"
No ive been in the mountains getting high and baking cookies with a 4 year old
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