Chicken burrito, or no deal.
Is that code for my vagina?
Who the fuck has ever referred to a vagina as a chicken burrito
When you're about to leave, tell him "bye." At that point, he should say something. If he doesn't say anything, well, our drinks were free and he gets a free make out with yours truly.
Using his name makes it all too personal. I refuse to get attached to this one. This is all about ass. He doesn't get a name.
I don't care how fucking drunk you are, you don't forget wanting to shove a wine bottle up someone's ass.
BTW he text me to text him later after the concert to hang out. Im prepping my bed but I should know I shouldn't count my dicks before they hatch
Two days later and my throat is still sore. That bong is a double edged sword.
Negotiating with my body. We're ok. Violent upheaval is not necessary.
He carried you out but the best part is you kept saying "can't I keep dancing" as you were gushing blood
Believe me honey Imma fuck the discount out of at least one plastic surgeon in my life
Did we have sex last night?
No. You laid in my bed and I brought you taco bell.
Money making scheme, blow job proof mascara. Waterproof is bullshit
This may sound strange but do you have my pants?
You tried to trade them for some girls skirt... So she has them...
how goes living off caffiene and alcohol?
i may have recently shit my pants. on two separate occasions.
I put on a face mask and masturbated for an hour... my face now has a green tint
She asked me if I could do that to her every single time. I said nope. sometimes it's better.
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