i don't remember her name, but i don't need it unless we decide to hook up again. but even then, i can get away with not knowing it for a while. it's not like we have actual conversations.
i think i got so emotional from a mix of getting my period and slapping the bag like five times
after he handcuffed me and put me in the back seat, "Mrs. Officer" started playing, I thought maybe this could be my escape
She tried to wake me up by touching my dick. I kept pretending to be asleep.
just heard a tri-delta girl talking about her drunken escapades last weekend...it's like the exact plotline to a hardcore porno.
mom found the triscuts in her underwear drawer, its done.
I've come to realize sober is a rare time of the day.
The next time i black out make sure i remove the ping pong balls from my weave. Especially before my first day of classes.
You should have hard cock pics on hand to send in the situation that you can't stop driving, pull out your cock, browse the countless pics I've sent you of my tits, get him hard and text a pic through. I mean, it's simple sexting ettiquette.
True idk how my parents didn't know I was blackout. I ate like 4 pieces of cheesecake and showed my cousins my boobs
come home. I need you. I'm too hungover to deal with this hangover alone
I rammed pretzels and Jell-O shots down the throats of those I loved.
So I don't know, I'm not a doctor, but I might be juggling dates with 3 different guys...
Everyone is coupling up and I'm just excited the bartender gives me enough attention to order more shots.
I can't remember what I did last night, but judging from the state of my hair I had a pretty good time.
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