TYLER... glimpse of last night: leather chaps, guacamole dip, a jump rope, spray paint, and rhinestone studded pajamas.
i think you have the wrong number... but your story sounds delightful.
I think horse shit smells the best of all shits.
woke up to moans and hushed"we can't do this with him in here." hope they had a good time
Yes. Being a lesbian's wingman is a fun as it sounds
I don't care. He smelled like a fucking chilli cookoff
I left two shots of jager for you guys when you wake up from your death. Do with it as you wish
Wanna hang out, and by hang out I mean go get plan B... and maybe lunch, but mostly plan b
playing nyquil roulette. it entails taking shots of nyquil and hoping it doesnt kick in during sex or in public. game on.
Accidentally hit on the same girl twice at the bar, she give me her number both times though so I think its cool.
Was my shirt on fire at any point last night? Because I'm fairly sure my shirt was on fire.
My hair is crimped, I am walking with a roadie, and my vibrator is in my purse. I feel sorry for tomorrow.
I'm sitting outside your room listening for sex noises eating pepperoni...slowly
this is a PSA to never have sex in a bed from ikea
I’M DRUNK AND EXCITED.
Yeah that was post sex. I was thinking in my mind, no wonder he didnt ask me to call him daddy since he actually is a dad
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