I just did the scooter of shame. New levels of embarrassment have now opened.
So I'm about to go to his house and have "I'm really sorry for cheating on you last night" sex
your boyfriend is drunk and yelling to the bar that he loves his cats
I know it's not standard practice to meet the couple you donate to, but i'm curious as to what kind of people saw my picture and said, we want that girl's eggs
They're doing a Bong-A-Thon for 4/20. I don't care if you quit. You are coming out of your weed retirement for this.
it's a gatorade, cheez its, and regret kind of morning....
Why did I just get a ziplock baggie labeled "2010" on it from you in the mail?
I remember just enough about last night to wish I didn't remember anything.
It's pathetic. My bed hasn't been this sexless since it was in bedmart.
It felt like Party Santa dropped by and gave us two more 18-packs.
The pool of urine in the trash can signifies both a regretful yet successful night.
I have a sixth sense for dads free balling in gym shorts
she sent me a picture of dilf asleep in bed with the caption "what happened last night?"
I just realized my hands still smell like your cock. Which is awesome, but I wonder if the clerk at the store appreciated it.
I feel bad. I'm the reason hand sanitizer exists.
Stop recording sex noises and setting them as my ringtones. This time it was at a funeral
Randomize
