I just woke up in bed with 4 girls. Either i dont remember the best night of my life or they think im gay.
he wanted me to put the condom on for him. I was high and couldn't figure it out.. so instead we played xbox.
we do all of our sexting over chat on words with friends, so my boyfriend doesn't know about it when he looks at my texts.
she actually told me to ignore the cokeheads in the corner with knives.
There are walks of shame and then there are walks of what the hell is wrong with you.
I would describe it as pure and unadulterated shock, mixed with horror and a touch of nausea.
You wouldn't know anything about the tooth on ice in my freezer would you?
It's only 11:30 and she's already making friends with the homeless...
im shotgunning beers in the kitchen. alone. the cat is judging me.
How could she say that about my foreskin when she hasn't even seen all the cool stuff I can do with it?
Have you ever had to act sober and talk to an authority figure in a coconut bra? Because it is just as degrading as you would imagine.
either he just commented on my nose ring or he's offering me cocaine, I honestly can't tell
I was very impressed with his ability to carry on a conversation with his friends sitting in the front seat with his hand in my pants, getting a hand job, stoned, with a cigarette in his mouth. I think he's a keeper.
In case you're wondering... Yes walmart will judge you for buying vodka and pickles at 645am.
She and I had some intense sexual tension earlier when she dumped a package of apple straws all over my body.
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