Text. Mid BJ. 8 points.
Everything went well, until I walked into his bedroom and there was a Ronald Reagan poster watching over his bed - creepy
stop texting me from phones in the verizon store and pretending to be guys i talked to when i was drunk. its confusing.
The hot Japanese girl in my class just said her "favorite sexy American actor is Nick Cage." That, I can work with.
it's 8 a.m. and there are people having sex at the foot of the strangers bed i'm in. the guy just asked the girl how she lost her baby weight so fast.
do not give him the "i just had sex cake" i repeat DO NOT give him the cake. things didn't go well
Just because I tried to backhand you with a fist full of cash does not make me violent
It's end St Patricks day. I'm gonna need a leash. And a bib. And a rain check on anything considered dignifying.
Well I'm currently debating between getting toilet paper or getting my eyebrows waxed so... There's that
We need to talk about the sailor moon porn. Do what you want in your room, but I don't want to come home to you cranking it on the couch to that.
You kept purposefully giving me wrong directions, laughing, then yelling at me for taking directions from a drunk person.
i don't think i have enough personality to make it through this date sober.
I refuse to go to a doctor for a sex injury, not when I've come so far already
Apparently "Welcome to the Sin Cave" is not how I'm supposed to answer the door
It's really hard to tweet with a pussy in your face demanding attention.
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