I wasn't pimping you out... I was helping you network!
Walk of Shame. In a state park.
she pinky promised me she was 18
I noticed how good my hair still looked. Apparently rum and coke in it helps it stay curly thru sex. May be using this more often.
I hate him and his pretentious your-sleeping-in-the-wet-spot look.
On another note, why did I wake up wrapped in bubble wrap. I can only assume it was for my own safety
We didn't have sex but he is somehow naked and laying on top of me. his dick is touching my leg and freaking me the fuck out.
Come through the front door when you get here.
Right now I'm so wasted I can't determine whats a door and a window.
classified somewhere between kinky and medically inadvisable
I know but at least you've never been asked to have sex dressed up like Catwoman
The cops spotted my on my walk of shame down the boardwalk and gave me a ride home. I'm starting to make a name for myself here.
I swear to God if you fuck my cousin I will fuck your dad.
After walking ten blocks barefoot in Boston I've concluded drunk me needs to make better decisions.
the best part is that i get to keep the pot plants and he still has my name tattooed on his ass
We left him in some bushes a few blocks down toward campus. Did he find his way home?
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