you're letting him buy you a plane ticket...to kentucky...so you can fuck him?
i know. i'm only adding to the interstate sex trade problem.
my step dad just called me a drunken slut..someone in my family finally understands me
She just ended a sentence with "and he doesn't even mind my herpes..."
We have literally factored in $2200 for bail money in the budget. This vegas trip will be out of hand. We are signing confidentiality contracts.
He filled our room with little plastic cups of beer so the only way I could get out was by drinking them all.
I think her version of saying goodnight was being flung over a guys shoulder as he said, "Bitch. You don't need no shoes."
it's a drink the shower water kind of morning ...
and i think wearing the clothes from last night are out of the question...was there mud wrestling there? because i look like a participated..with a cat.
I was seriously concerned she had died since she wasn't moving at all, but then I asked here where she was last night and her response was to hip thrust the air.
I could be busy drinking my face off and getting red white and bruised per usual
I want him for more than banging and buying me potato salad. Is this what love feels like?
And that was the night we had mind-blowing sex with the score from Raiders of the Lost Ark blaring on vinyl in the background...
he left a full can of coors light underneath my windshield wiper, like a love note. if that's not husband material, i don't know what is
I'm shaving my vagina to the lion king soundtrack. How's your 9am?
I would but he’s not speaking to me because I put ketchup in his socks.
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