i hate having sex with him only a few drinks in. i like it better when i cant remember the gory details.
Conclusion from last night: Sometimes being classy isn't as fun as making out with a guy on a pooltable in a bar. Happy birthday, Canada.
My cousin just asked what abortion is. Happy Holidays.
In the ER. 2nd degree burns. Drunken attempt to make gasoline scented candles.
seeing two hook-ups in tagged in the same picture will send chills down anyone's spine.
She's a virgin AND a minister's daughter. We're one schoolgirl outfit from the dear penthouse trifecta
I bought a sword. Make the proper arrangements.
Power went out. She lit a candle and gave me head. Made some pretty impressive candlelight cocksucking shadowpuppets. Must be what porn was like in olden times.
I shit myself. Legit. And I burnt my tongue. Unrelated incidents, but related in the sense of general discomfort.
He stopped in the middle of having sex to ask me what shampoo I use. Apparently my hair smelled good
I grinded with the guy who brought the scooter, I'm leaving with success
I smell like a skunk, but I'm okay with that.
Can I even tell you how badly I want a day that is just on and off napping and sex with intermittent snack breaks? Because I want that day very badly.
I have never seen a more amazing text message in my entire life.
Not bad. Ran into Carlo. He shared a story about a sailor who got gonorrhea in his eye. It made me feel better about myself.
This lady is talking to me and all I can think about is getting face fucked and doing cocaine. Not neccesarily together and not neccesarily in that order
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