so he expects you to be his vegas whore for the season. nice.
idk why but i just wanna to have sex with the idea of him. i don't even wanna meet him.
We walked through the hotel lobby in slow-mo taking huge steps because we were astronauts, and astronauts obviously can't be drunk.
Not gonna happen. She just told me she puts glitter over the mole on her nose to make it look like a piercing.
Hardly remember what he looks like and the man has seen me passed out spread eagle. I begin this journey with such a disadvantage.
If sitting in the car passing a flask back and forth because the bar we go to is having some power issues on Christmas eve isn't Christmas spirit, then I don't know is.
I may have made out with a tranny last night, which, if I don't get fired for everything else that happened, really makes last night epic.
He's so hot and there's so much R Kelly and vodka I think I might die.
I was jumping over your garbage can screaming "Im a snow cat!!" ..Who wouldn't want to see that?
Are you aware that you called me "Sexy clit lady" last night?
We also had a full on debate about how realistic and useful teleportation and time travel would be...and only used Twilight Zone episodes as "scientific evidence"
I have to masturbate tonight while watching every Paul Walker movie ever made. It's what he would have wanted. RIP Paul.
From what I heard you ordered him to lick your balls. Unless you've kept a huge secret I understand his confusion.
And he put my hair in my clip while i blew him...and he did a good job
All I know is I woke up in the back seat of my car, with the engine on, and my gps navigated to florida.
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