Let's just be mature adults about last night and never speak of it again.
She sang Bad Romance to me. Not really the answer I was looking for.
I honestly wish you had parked the car in the terminal garage and fucked me in the backseat but I guess I should be more forward
I don't know if I have the sustained energy level for partying hard
Not a choice. You are mistaking my comments as options. My statements are facts. This is what is happening.
I thought she was being abused so tried to go in at the sympathy angle, but the bruises were from pole dancing. I went in at all angles.
If you listen closely you can hear the sound of inbreeding and shame.
YOU DID DRUGS AFTER A THREESOME WHO ARE YOU TO JUDGE ME?!!?
Listen to me plotting my whoredom.
I'm going to keep a tally of how many lives I ruin this summer. Starting today.
Already at 3 and it's not even noon.
My fake id got more birthday sex than I've had in my life.
Walk of shame: Easter Edition. He is risen.
don't do it for the experience, do it for the story. now get your ass in that bedroom
I think this bruise on my arm is actually an impression of your face
And then she sprinted three blocks through live traffic towards McDonalds screaming "THE GOLDEN ARCHES ARE CALLING ME"
If waffles and beer don't scream "fuck me!" then I don't know what else to do.
Randomize
