awesome recipe for disaster- bar hopping at the airport
IM SAVING ALL MY LOVE FOR YOU
I don't want it.
so when we were booking the hotel and plane tickets for vegas we reserved a chapel for someone, it's inevitable.
He walked in AS I was cumming. Now even my father knows I'm a squirter.
and on the fourth day, god made foam parties.
Just thought to myself "I should practice shotgunning a beer before Wednesday." I don't think my GPA is going to like this semester.
I just want to have sex and eat oreos. and then take body shots. like everyday.
There should be an app that tazers me in my pocket when I'm spending too much money at the bar. Take a hint, Android Network. You slut.
I just had really awesome sex bent over the side of an air hockey table. That is all. Happy thanksgiving.
well we called the liquor store to tell them to stay open five more minutes so we could make it and they recognized our voices. I've never been more proud.
At least I made out with him before he made out with that dog...
he'll always be the guy that i fucked on the bathroom floor
I sent you a snap of me in the bath, and you sent me a snap of a taco. An actual taco.
He sent me a picture of Reese's peanut butter cups next to his dick. Of course I went over.
I have chicken nuggets, lube and brand new batteries, he can stay at work charting all weekend for all I care, I'm set.
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