how was the sex?
he smelled like pickles and burnt hair.
well, there's that.
I'm drinking reisling in a paper cup by myself in the garage.
he's downstairs watching tv with my family... I called the home line so my mom could bring me my make up bag cause my real face would prob make him delete my number
I hope my liver is having as much fun as I am
I'm at verizon, the guy asked me why my phone is full of seeds. Deff. Not leaving my phone with you anymore.
We could make it a date. Dinner and a show. The show being my nipples getting pierced.
He's drinking red wine in a margarita glass. He couldn't be more perfect for me.
Sometimes one must go to great lengths and make great sacrifices to get drunk. I willingly accept the challenge.
But you've got to admit , for how blackout I was I look fucking unreal in those pictures
We should hook up after this. Laugh or look horrified to say yes.
First you say "it can't get any worse" and the next thing you know you've shat yourself on Christmas Eve.
Somehow he made it really romantic
He came on your tits... That doesn't scream romance to me.
we def had a heart to heart that turned into a BJ last night
THANKS BE TO BLACK BABY JESUS IN HIS LITTLE GOLDEN DIAPER FOR BLESSING ME WITH NOT PREGNANT
I may have dislocated my hip getting fucked on the bathroom counter
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