No, I'm a firm believer in "Swallow or it isn't love."
I've gone to the bathroom 3 times. And forgot to pee. 3 times. Let's say we call it a night, I need to be found. I see a fish tank by the bar and some stairs.
Did I tell you I had a charge show up for $36 on a credit card I haven't used in 6 months from Wild Wings? It was that night we slept across the street from the bar.
Stole a wheelchair from the hospital and rolled down the street smoking and drinking this is my weekend
I got my project done and a booty call in all before 1am. I'm a professional college kid.
Dunno why I keep hitting snooze. It's never gonna give me the kind of sleep I need to be sober.
Think of all the island guys I could have. Ah well.
You can not bait me into a "how Stella got her groove back" call and response.
There was a slutty maid costume on the floor when I woke up, but the house was trashed. Either she's been fired or got promoted, I'm not sure which.
FUCK the WHO, FUCK cancer, I'm gonna eat fucking bacon.
Had to lock my cat in the bathroom so I could masturbate in peace.
I blacked out. Broke into their house. Took a shit, and left. This is why you can't leave me unattended.
You're having marijuana delivered to you. You're buying drugs and you aren't even leaving the house. I'm sure he'll be surprised if you're NOT wearing a bathrobe.
My life. Always pantsless and occasionally topless.
How'd things go with that guy last night?
He threw up in the consol in my car then started crying about his ex girlfriend.
MY GUT IS TELLING ME YES AND SO IS MY VAGINA
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