Her brother walked in on her giving me a bj and just laughed. I got a highfive before I left.
She referred to her collection of sex toys as an "arsenal." I'm not sure whether to be scared or excited....
Oddly enough when I decided to stop whoreing myself out... I lost most of my companionship.
I can't remember if the bartender cut you off after you broke your glass or after you wished the bar a happy winter solstice during your karaoke number.
drunken yoga. on the beach. senior week. you have been chosen <3
Good, she had spurs on her boots. That is a sign for instant herp attack.
his mom cheated on his dad so i think he has a weird freudian thing for whores
I have to think about this realistically and not with my vagina.
No. I want him to marry me so we can spend our lives together. I also want a to-scale model of his genitals to mount above my fireplace
I give up. I can't handle that class sober any longer. I have an army of whiskey shooters for the next three weeks. Wish me luck.
I can give you five reasons its your baby
and I can give you 10 reasons it's not, but I'm busy so I'll just go with you have the wrong number. And also I'm a straight girl.
A huge penis doesn't warm the soul. Or that's what I've had to tell myself.
I think I swiped left on my soulmate
It was rocky mountain showdown of course we got shitfaced and talked about eating buffaloes
I'm seriously considering selling my books back early. I don't use them anyways and I could really use the beer money..
Randomize