Memory from last night that just came back: me forcibly jacking him off while he yelled I DONT LIKE HANDJOBS I DONT LIKE HANDJOBS
he doesn't care that i have a boyfriend so why should i?
logic in its finest
she is medically diagnosed as a nympho. she has the paper to prove it. hell. fucking. yeah.
I had to call maintenance to come unclog the toilet.
Something to remember me by.
you're being stingy. if you didnt want people to have sex on your couch, you shouldve specifically said so.
her best friend is in town and she told me that they used to fool around when they were drunk and I'd have to "help keep that from happening"
you motherfucker
i should probably stop thinking with my vagina, and start using that $70, 000 education i can't afford. what the fuck.
I borrowed a glass of wine. And the bottle. Your cat said it was ok
can't decide if i look like a hooker or a missing member of Poison today
FridayRule: If it takes you longer than 5 minutes to find a parking spot, you don't have class today
Watching a bear prancing around in a tiara is worth a loss of bar time.
Well, I woke up on a roll-away, with a knot in the back of my head and penis confetti stuck to me. Also, I apparently literally gave the shirt off my back right before I passed out, so I was topless. Vegas won this trip.
maybe one of us should just pity fuck him and get it over with.
We were supposed to have sex but we had smoked so much neither of us wanted to move.
The only thing I remember about us having sex is yelling at him to choke me.
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