We are like the golden girls with less cheesecake and more drugs.
Once again there IS no outside bathroom. Never has been, that is the balcony
I sat alone in Buffalo Wild Wings eating chocolate cake on Country Western karoake night. The waiter asked me if I was ok. Twice.
I puked in the revolving door and had to sit down on the escalator. That hungover. It's safe to say people are judging me.
That doesn't help it make any more sense. Because now you've brought pinata condoms into this.
Under someone's bed. Not sure whose. I think they're sleeping in it.
Besides asking our teacher if he enjoyed being fisted did I have any other tragic moments last night?
I am sufficiently unimpressed with the options available to my freshly shaved self tonight.
didn't realize her mom was home while we were fucking, but she's oddly okay with it. she made us food afterwards. but then kept talking about having grand kids the whole time. is it time to bail?
I was cracking open beer cans, throwing them off the roof, and yelling "FRAG OUT!"
He threw me over his shoulder and carried me outside, all the while drinking from the bottle of rum he was holding, while my ex watched. I'm winning the break-up.
I got my eyebrow ring humped out. How is that even possible?
As I was puking, these 2 guys started peeing next to me chanting me on
I don't care if his family has ties to the mafia, you go over there, ride his dick until it breaks off, put his dick back on, and keep on riding. Lather, rinse, repeat.
Thanks for the support, sis.
It was a fun night. I made out with the door guy at the gay bar but he didn't speak english
There was no door guy at the bar
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