I'm having post traumatic stress flashbacks of last night. That big. Don't know whether to call him again or change my name...
He said he wanted to see my room, not my womb. It's a common mistake.
i'm drinking margaritas from a pouch...really dont think i'm in the position to judge anyone...
Lesbians are nicde people they do not take debit cards
I don't remember anything that happened last night past 10.. I made him buy me a Buckeye's Donut tshirt. I have no idea why he'd want to fuck me after that.
Remember when I got my car stuck in my backyard?
Also I think I'm starting to get calluses on my hands from my level of sexual activity
I'm two sheets to the sexual wind
Just had ice cream and a blow job come together in one glorious, defining moment.
Technically, I traded a soft pretzel for sex last night...
I vaguely remember us chasing shots by licking each other's faces last night. Our friendship has reached another level completely.
I'm so upset I left my sombrero at the expo center
You have to give it to him that he fucked me out of the dull weekdays.
Steven and I talked about running for office again today. It's fucked that my 3 dream jobs are marijuana bakery owner, bar owner, and president.
It’s so white trash that I almost have to have it.
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