so he expects you to be his vegas whore for the season. nice.
So what's the moral of this story? Aside from 'lesbians hold grudges'?
if by 'bottleservice' you mean 'bringing beers in my purse' then yes, we are.
I just wiped my face with a slice of bread. Lowest point of the night.
i drank out of a bidet.
Do what your heart wants. . .
My heart wants to rip his balls off and tie therm to his head using his penis
He broke up with me over the phone while I was getting my bush waxed into a "D" for his surprise birthday present. Talk about bad timing...
There are more dirty dishes in my bed then in the kitchen. Have I lost at life?
my balls were so many shades of blue last night I could have used them as paint and replicated the entirety of Picaso's blue period. The girl was an art major I feel like this metaphor is appropriate.
Wow. Last night.
I knew you were shit blasted when you called me your "sunflower queen"
So there I was, eye fucking the waiter and I spilled beer all down my boobs
It has now been 10 days since we last saw Sebastians penis
it was a hallmark card with butt plugs.
My grandma just invited me to gate crash a funeral for the free food. Priorities.
If you fuck her..... You will be in great danger. Like in so much danger it would be like walking into a pit of crocodiles who haven't eaten and you also just stole their baby.
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