Its a bunch of hippies dancing in front of a stobe light. For ten dollars I could have gone to the strip club and at least had a lap dance
I slept walked to the toilet and woke up pooping. Easily one of the most disorienting events of my life.
its a sex-hate relationship...no love involved
I'm going to skip that pointless convo with Mark, stick with the "we're talking" status, and bone barely legal, borderline gay, preppy guys on the DL.
My mom is holding a picture of me, crying, and saying "where did I go wrong" over and over again.
I brought some guy back to have cheese whiz with me. Then sent him home
Was he satisfied?
No, and very vocal about it.
He's upstairs shouting 'FUCK OFF I'M IN MY MOTHERFUCKING ZEN ZONE' out of the window.
I am both excited and frightened by the fact that this much everclear is legal here. Best vacation ever.
Dinner was cheetos vodka and whiskey. This is what happens when even your booty call breaks up with you.
So I've been spending my morning trying to figure out if there's a corealation between Wednesday margarita night and the boat that's now in my living room.
Well, at some point in her life every girl has to decide how much weird she's willing to tolerate for hot tall banker cock
You grabbed my dick don't call me son
Not my lover. I would rather lose all my teeth, and I fucking love my teeth.
Gave a guy a blowjob in a convent. Place in hell is now secured...
So I realize somewhere between mildly irritated and outright belligerently pissed is where you are, but as to location, where are you?
Randomize
