I'm basically sure i was the reason for glitter on his penis
i was more sad about losing him as neighbor on fishville than as a boyfriend
no seriously he was fingering me like he was really really frantically looking for a song on his iPod.
The last memory I have is vomiting into a box and her rubbing my back saying "you are such a trooper..."
Girls night always turns into let's seperate and get laid night.
im drinking italian dressing and watching dexter. its 230am. lets never drink on sundays again.
Idk yet. Trying to convince him to get a phoenix bird tattoo first
Well... this vagina won't eat itself
I just puked in my non fat yogurt... But it's non fat in hopes that someone wants to eat my vagina
So coach him. No guy wants to admit being unsure of something in bed. It's a man-law or something.
The plan was to get laid... Now the plan is to survive.
sorry to break it to you, but he's definitely fucking that other girl now...
I wish I still at least had the bruises on my ass to remember him by.
I'm not allowed to have sex with him again. My vagina joined in on the protest. There was a petition. All my body parts signed it.
It's almost like he's actually taking my commentary and criticism to heart, but simultaneously succumbing to some primal urge to wear less clothing each time.
i guess she just walked over ass naked and peed on his laptop. gonna call an over price on that drunk sex.
One of these days I would like to go out drinking and stick to plan of just getting drunk and not be sidetracked with other people's plans of doing drugs along the way. I didn't even want to not feel my teeth tonight but here we go just another Thursday night when you live I live
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