Text. Mid BJ. 8 points.
it was like eating out sand paper
So I'm about to go to his house and have "I'm really sorry for cheating on you last night" sex
we'll go far in life on tits alone.
I just smoked a bowl in the dining room and am now drinking a glass of chocolate milk. i can't believe i'm getting paid for this.
well I mean we knew we had more drinkers than runners, so we had a "case race for the cure" for relay for life instead of an actual marathon. day drinking and philanthropy. can't go wrong.
My broken door handle makes it really inconvient for when i need to puke at red lights.
Just realized how many men I've had sex with for the first time in St. Patty's Day past. Currently sending "HAPPY SEXIVERSARY" texts...
Just put my hand under my pillow and found a peach ring. Lat night just came rushing back.
We got the idea to smoke under his bed because, and I quote, "it'd be just like going camping"
Somewhere between yelling how am I gonna make it to my flight and more titie shots I stopped caring
I just had sex on a roof
I don't think I used nearly enough fucks in my reply to convey the level of fuck him.
Is someone on their way here yet? I'm way too tweaked to be here alone
Who put my cat in the fridge?
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