i friday night watching house. god, i need a life, friends, and a legitimate fake id.
i didnt know what to say other then wrong hole.....after that the moment was ruined.
You seriously need to keep doing my sexting for me. I just said something about "riding cock like a dick rodeo"
i've met an abundance of virgins and guys who where flip flops, i thinks there's a correlation
apparently there was a flour fight and couch sex...
Home safe. Psyche shattered. Still rolling. In love with the morrocan rug in the living room.
no more heavy drinking durning the lady that cleans the office told me i have to emtpy my own thrash if i puke in it
It looks like a tornado ripped through our living room and scattered clothes everywhere.
Count the bras. It was a category 3 whorenado ... I convinced the lesbians to come back to the apartment for a bottle of wine.
Just called the consul general of France "dude"
I paid off a credit card today. And I was tested negative for HIV. AND I did laundry. Honestly, I'm most excited about the laundry.
I was thinking that maybe I should not apply to Wells Fargo because they def have me on candid camera taking a drunken nap at 3am in their lobby.
We dug deep emotionally while eating cereal
No more weed for you
I tolerate his mediocre drunk sex for the mind blowing morning sex. More than worth it.
I just want to bone him one last time before he moves across the country with his new (average looking) girl friend.
Can you explain the Transformers set up for battle in my living room?
Randomize