i feel rough
just turned on the light, there is blood EVERYWHERE.
he wanted to give me a nickname... my choices were superjugs,godzilla boobs or mouth of fury
about to try to wax my asshole... wish me luck
We don't need a hotel, we'll just sleep in the post office.
Managed to discreetly puke out of a moving streetcar window, in front of no less than a dozen people. Nobody saw/said anything. I feel like a legit local now.
Seriously this night has "go home now before you cry, puke or scream on someone" written all over it.
KEG. KEG. THE OPERA HAS A KEG. KEG STAND IN A TUX. AFTER PARTY RAVE AND KEG STANDS.
Are you really surprised she can't remember? That's like 50 people. I couldn't rattle off all 50 state capitols off the top of my head, you're bound to forget a few here and there
He is nice. Kind of short though. But didn't try to rub his jean cock on me.
Which I appreciated.
He kept asking for nudes so I sent him a picture another guys dick. He called me ruthless.
It's probably not healthy how legit bummed I am that my bottled of wine is gone.
I swear to god if you eat that last piece of pie while I'm gone I will never speak to you again. I'm so serious.
I mean, we were all drinking, but I'm pretty sure kidnapping came up.
Random question, what's John-that-we-had-a-threesome-with's phone number? Don't necessarily need the full number, maybe just area code? Think I drunkenly ran into him last night and now I have texts from a John.
I gave her the last ten dollars to my name and bitch comes back with a six pack of bud light and a pack of sour patch kids
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