I've been emailing with a woman. I don't think she's into me, but we've become sorta email buddies. I'm hoping to meet her because on her profile she states she's into 'fisting.' Frankly the thought kinda freaks me out but I'm dying to see what kind of woman is 1) into that and 2) admits it upfront.
I just named my vagina "The Boneyard"
More like "Chia Pet"
Does she know that uploading nude photos to photobucket and networking are two different things? You may want to ask.
and you think what you did last night was bad? at least you didnt go wake up a sleeping guy for birthday sex.
that awkward moment when your booty call gets snowed in at your place.
Making jello shots drunk, i apologize ahead of time if they are too strong Can't taste anything.
I slept with a married guy last night and then broke my toe on the doorframe on the way out. I've never seen karma work so fast.
The worst part was I wasn't conscious enough to move out of the way, I knew i was being puked on but I couldn't move.
Still losing my voice, so I am trying to get it back through drugs. Welcome to my Monday logic.
He came when Ron Burgundy started playing the jazz flute. How do you think it went?
I was about to take him home and fuck his brains out but then the police came and arrested him for the stolen credit card he had been buying me drinks with all night...
I woke up and found piles of popcorn in a trail around my house, ending at a laundry basket full of pillows. What were we trying to catch last night?
He left cushions on my floor, chocolate on my bra and unexplained scratches on my thighs. I think this one might get a second date.
Saw the Peanut butter guy at checkout he had at least 30 containers of it and like 6 different kinds...
She's the other freshman on this drunken voyage
Randomize
