he stopped mid-fuck to ask me how my day was....
I don't remember which guy I met at the bar is coming to pick me up. It will be like my birthday surprise.
For once I'd like to have a Taco Sunday without having some random drunk chick flee my house half naked and in tears.
He said he forgot to take his shoes off, and that he was a bad boy because he was walking on the carpet. Then he sang. Then he shouted "I'M STILL FORGETTING."
Woke up Christmas Eve morning with my face smelling like ballsack.. No regrets.
While I'm on hiatus from the Russian potato nectar, it is my wish for others to enjoy it in my stead.
It looked like his dick was wearing an argyle sweater.
I remember doing shots of gin, then I have this strange memory of us making out in the womens room at waffle house.
I regret none of it.
I would have been very attracted to her had she not been reading me my Miranda Rights
I'm sorry, you're actually right. Ostrich racing happens, and they're ridden like a horse. Bewildered and distraught.
I want your cock.
All we are is dust in the wiiiiiiinnnnnnnnnnd
You know getting black out drunk at a cats birthday party should have been my lowest point drinking wise but some how I feel like last night was some how worse
The only way he could ever pleasure me is if he lit himself on fire and let me watch
You were making out w/ur brothers coach against a door when someone opened it and you both fell through... Then you continued to make out on the ground
He sent me a picture of his cock that seemed to indicate that we were still on good terms.
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