I'm pretty sure I'm almost gay. Like, I'd do it if I had no choice. Like, if i were in prison I'd try it.
on toilet. in drag. drinking coffee vodka. I regret nothing.
His car is carseat is compatible. I checked while we were banging in the back seat...
Am I undercharging for one hour of sex per essay? I need a serious business answer.
I distinctly remember seeing your nipples from the deck.
you are not my drinking buddy, you are my drinking enemy.
Okay. thanks for sacraficing your body and risking aids for our snowcone business.
You say you're gonna take rehab seriously... but i keep imagining it as a training montage for you preparing to snort all of columbia.
That actually is really sweet of you
I didn't know where we were going to start fucking, so I just strategically hid condoms all over the house before he came over.
We left the bar and you kept yelling "ONWARD SCION, TO GLORY!!"
It's funny that when I fall down as an adult I'm so much happier no one saw than that I'm not seriously hurt.
That was a very uncomfortable conversation to have without pants on. But his mom was pretty cool about it.
I'm gonna try and get through this weekend sober, which is gonna be tough especially since I've already started drinking.
taking shots alone in my kitchen before I go learn to give a lapdance. when did this become my life?
You spent twenty minutes waxing poetic about her ass and her thighs
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