I feel like I've been hit by a train. I woke up this morning covered in wine, free condoms, and a sign language dictionary.
I have one brief flash of having his dick in my hand. that's all I remember.
and I didnt even know his name until this morning when we were laying in bed and he referred to himself in the 3rd person.
I don't know what you're talking about. I just drank beer out of my own bellybutton by doing a backbend and letting it run down my body.
Periouds do not concern me. Biploogival needs are buological needs.
No. I'm just saying it shows no signs of stopping. My dad was a man-whore well into his 50s.
Did not foresee holding down food at work today to be a struggle today
Pizza and koolaid didn't even make me feel better. This hangover means business
So he came on my stomach this morning and I totally forgot about it until after you poured that body shot.
Idk how much vodka is on these pants but I'm gonna wear them anyway: the biopic
he fell asleep naked and all I'm doing is staring at his weird balls
I've never said "lesbians" so many times in a short response answer
At least I got steroids and a baguette out of the deal
So the makeout sesh? Not so great. His stubble rubbed my face raw, he tried to push me towards auto-erotic asphyxiation, and he licked my forehead. Twice.
HE CALLED HIMSELF HOT BAR GUY.
If I remember correctly he wasn’t
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