champagne bombs. Yes, i think that is where things may have gotten out of control.
So many tools at one table, you'd enjoy my italian family
i'm pretty sure i'm on the same train we took last friday..
what?how do you know?
it appears they have not cleaned up your vomit yet.
Keep your head up. His game is good, and you should be honoured to be a notch on his wall. If it makes you feel better, if it wasn't you, it was going to be me.
put me on a leash or i'm going to fuck someone
Indeed. The kind of morning where puking in someone's shoes is not frowned upon
first time i ever mailed panties back to a fuck buddy. what better of a way to say its over
Meet at Walmart straight from work to buy items for hurricane fun. Then blast some wine, make some sex, blast a bowl and cuddle each other till the sun comes up?
That's the most romantic New Orleans hurrication I've ever heard of. Can I have your babies?
oh I'm washing fake blood out of my bra.
I NEED to hang out with you more
you told the taxi driver your yeast infection was so bad you wanted to F a popsicle
The chances of me making out with someone next weekend are about the same as me not remembering it.
Beard. Chest hair. Job.
The holy trinity.
Cat needed to get out last night. Walking to the door was too much effort so I encouraged (pushed) him to leave via window.
Isn't your room on the second floor?
Come home... I’m drinking and playing with knives
Saddle up bitches, we're going to an orgy.
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