he screamed my twitter name while we were having sex.
Last day of classes. 1st day attending every class. I'm proud of myself
you would think someone who fights for his country could fight to last longer than 2 minutes
just balanced a champagne glass on my gut. thanks to beer im a living breathing tempur-pedic mattress.
I made a google map for "places I got blow jobs"
i really appreciated the lovely drunk rendition of whitney houstan's "i wanna dance with somebody" you left on my voicemail.
She hash tagged the word blow job in her text. Tonight's going to be good.
It's such a good feeling to send those "I'm not in jail" texts on Sunday morning
Sunday is a myth, I refuse to believe that I waste an entire day unable to function after a night of drinking.
We bonded over blowjobs and stories of our childhoods. It was beautiful.
He fucked me over, so I'm going to do what any rational woman does. I'm going to get really high and have sex with his brother.
So far my survey results are telling me to pawn the ring. Thoughts?
I haven’t sent any nudes yet in 2018.
That’s not true...is it?
I'm just letting you know right now in advance that if I die or go to the hospital or end up in jail tonight it's because your kid sold me mushrooms.
The hangover struggle is to real, just passed the drive thru window. Twice.
Randomize
