We didn't go..parents came home with patron wanting to play drinking games --we asked no questions
you were sitting on your bed looking out the window, rocking back and forth naked, saying how peaceful it looked outside
She kept biting his ear when he was talking to people, that was only 3 drinks in...
I always congratulate people on their vaginal emancipation.
No, that was the night I helicoptered my dick to oncoming traffic. Im talking about the night I ran naked down the street.
You cant come. You're a Colorado native who drinks Bud over Coors. Fucking homegrown terrorist.
He wanted to drink hypnotic from my butt crack. I need to move out this state.
Sheila knows I only go down on her on Bastille Day. Valentine's Day we get high and watch The Neverending Story. THE SYSTEM WORKS.
I saved him in my phone as "Well-Hung Burrito Savior." I love Taco Tuesday.
For me the most fucked up part of last night was that I know for a fact that you were sober. But your dancing was a close second.
Every time our eyes meet, I silently summon him to my vagina.
He wrote on the bartenders notepad "phone?" So I wrote back "911"
Sooo i'm debating posing nude for the drawing and painting classes, I just wanna see if they draw my nip ring.
I did a line off of, and then danced on top of a table older than this country.
Harvard is great.
Because, after all, nothing quite says life in 2020 than doing laundry at 9:40 on a Friday morning to make sure you have masks and underwear.
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