i think i'm in class. and blacked out.
i now know from two sources i am better at making out and giving head than she is. and not by a little either.
I can feel you judging me through the phone.
just thinking about him makes my vagina shudder.
It will be a surprise...all i can say is stripper clown
i asked if you wanted help changing your sheets after you threw up in bed. you politely declined. i take no responsibility after that.
If I won't even leave the house for sex tonight. I definetly not going out for anything else.
I was just about to send a concerned text until I opened my door and saw a shopping cart. I'm glad you made it home in one piece and with toys.
It looks like the misc $300 credit card fraud might have been our taxi cab driver who wouldn't take boobs as payment. No wonder...
WHAT DID YOU SAW VERBATIM. VERBATIM IS SOBER FOR WORD FOR WORD
I need to puke. I need a shower. I need rehab. I need to detox and puke. I feel like demons are inside of me.
I'm going as either a recovering alcoholic, or as a guy who came to the party straight from work. Too literal?
I'm making myself the patron saint of bisexuality
his mom called during sex and he made me talk to her I think we're getting serious
I feel like your boyfriend deserves to know that you're a lesbian.
Randomize
