I sat a few seats down and one row behind a cute girl at the Cubs game today. Having watched her talk to the guy next to her, I found out only her name and age. I then used that information and pieced it together with over 500 girls on Facebook with the same name. I found the same girl, and we're now fbook friends.
if being a creepy fuck was an olympic sport, they'd think you were using performance enhancing drugs...
giving him head while hes talking to his fiancee on the phone about inviting me to their wedding.... im invited. should i go or would that be wrong?
She brought up feelings... her days are numbered
is it just my freshly shaved vagina or is the guy at the end of the table pretty cute??
Maybe I'm just didn't notice and imagined a different penis as a Freudian coping mechanism?
We were fucking while the tv was on, and one of those animal cruelty commercials came on. We then switched over and started doing it doggy style. It was then that I realized that I'm going to hell.
I took it upon myself to take one shot of tequila to have an excuse for hitting on my not-single coworker. It worked.
At Walgreens. I'm getting condoms and a bottle of water so that I'm not "just getting condoms". I don't think I'm fooling anyone though.
During sex his mom asks from the other side of the door, "Do you like avocados?" Who doesn't like avocados?
he was high. i was rolling face. we were both wearing grateful dead t shirts. at that point it's like we had no choice but to fuck
currently working on a look that screams, "I'm dead inside, but still trying to enjoy the ride"
I might as well walk around wearing a sandwich board and accept the fact that I'm dying single.
I'm determined to sit on that face.
It was after I slept with him he tells me he's a juggalo
Well it was nice knowing him
I would really like it if you guys got out of my bush
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