he saw my emergency pass-out-in-the-bathroom-after-drunken-puking cot in the bathroom.
The only thing worse than cracking my rib on a slip and slide was having the doctors laugh when they found out in my medical history that I did this exact same thing last summer.
no jill really. Evrything around me is talking to me. The plant, my dog, the tv,the lamp. Its amazing.
Its like they don't get that I only talk to them before homecoming, thanksgiving, or any other time I go home. I love highschool girls.
No. He just yelled "youre having one more orgasm!" So he made that happen and then he rolled over and went to sleep.
We played shuffleboard at the bar last night...another sign we are getting tooooo old.
I just want to make mistakes. Like stds that go away with antibiotics mistakes.
They got a 10 foot tall beach ball from the roof of a McDonalds. Get the fuck over here.
DIN'T JUSGE NE.
I could of sworn you were praying in the strip club.
So glad I decided to show up and puke in your trashcan.
These are the moments that bond souls forever.
Yup on the verge of buzzed and drunk. I managed to make my way into my cat's box house to fall asleep. I'm comfortable
I forgot her safe word. It was a rough night.
She unfriended me four minutes after we fucked. That must be some sort of record.
If there was a gecko involved in your BDSM I'm gonna have to request that not happen when we live together ;)
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