we're blogging at a bar
I can't watch pbs sober anymore
fuck, i think i'm broken. Alchyhol air mattress = the suck.
He taught me how to drive a stick by using his dick. He even made the whurrrr noise so I knew when to change gears.
Well if it makes you feel any better I threw up at Roadhouse. And then on the way to the train. And then in a water fountain. And then in a plastic bag on the train.
We played "race the Jimmy John's driver". Order, then see if we can finish sex before the food arrives.
I wore my front clasp bra so he would have to prove his sobriety to me before we had sex.
i swear, as soon as they invent a cure for herpes, he's mine.
Everyone loves nachos, first of all. Second, Ke$ha is entirely appropriate for the age grou too young to realize she probably has Hep C.
I started scrolling back in our texts looking for context and a picture of your dick rose like the Great Pumpkin in the middle of my screen.
Dude she tried to bite my face off last night, literally. I have never actually felt like a piece of meat until that point in life...
WHY IS THE HAIRSPRAY SOUNDTRACK PLAYING IN THE LIQUOR STORE
I shit like a lady though so that rarely happens
He asked if I was alright. I said "Yeah, I'm just an incapacitated ball of orgasmic bliss right now."
she's 6'2. you bet your ass i slept with her.
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