Gte hit a new low, I took a poopnap, passed out mid poop on the toilet.
when she was cumming she looked like terri schiavo. it took all of my memorized porn images to not go limp.
I woke up with a picture of my dick as my background. still wondering if it was a good night or not.
Please, do not let 'babydaddy' catch on as your petname for me.
you were having sex in the bathroom so i pee'd in your bong water...
no sex. but he left me weed, so almost as good.
My cousin had a baby so we have to look at it. Apparently the event is byob
i really appreciated the lovely drunk rendition of whitney houstan's "i wanna dance with somebody" you left on my voicemail.
I am eating deep fried cinnamon rolls and I found a lighter in my sprinkles. I miss you.
He passed out again after sex. I've hidden all his clothes. There's no way he is sneaking out in the morning this time!
my last clear memory of the night was being offered a shot but having so much alcohol in my hands that someone literally had to pour it in my mouth for me. after that it pretty much skips to waking up face down and shirtless on my floor.
how is it that I keep meeting up with you when Im drunk?
you stand on my porch screaming my name until I come out with you...
She told me she brought a guy home but that he looked pickled. And no, that's not an autocorrect.
Hahahah pickled
I asked her what she meant and she said that he looked like he had soaked in water.
She's in it for that fear factor ya'll. Obsession and stalking or nothing.
Yeah that stuff was rough. We insisted on wearing our bikinis all down college ave, and at several parties that were not beach themed
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