He was a level 5 clinger dude i dont need to be told how ridiculously awesome i am all the time, if so id just hang out with my mom
Met some locals. They are taking me to a place where there is topless bullriding. I love this country.
It's not slutty if it's for workout purposes...right?
Some guy thought i was the waitress and handed me his credit card. drinks on me.
Come my child we shall walk thru the pasture of amazing sex and corndogs. Hint:some corndogs are not corndogs.
Last night you told me to stop being Martha Stewart and asked if I had Taco Bell in my house
I wish i could just live off of margaritas and good sex.
There's a woman at the bar holding a baby with one arm and doing shots of GM with the other. The baby is crying. I have lost faith in humanity.
Also, I pretty much need an IV of fluids straight to my soul
Pretty sure when I woke up the next morning we were still fucking. It just didn't stop.
True fear is being unable to remember where you hid your weed and vibrator in your parent's house.
you would have been so proud of how classy i just looked at the pharmacy with my $10 off plan b coupon. so resourceful.
was i wearing any clothes at that point?
socks and a thong
I ran into the marine at the grocery store. Its like my vag and his penis have this way of finding each other when I least want it.
I don't want to hook up with him sober. That's pretty much like saying I love you.
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