I just got invited to go home with a married couple...
but she was nice to me.
She was a fuckin STRIPPER.
After what u did to that bathroom I think the $30 and the "sorry I'm a jackass" note was the thing to do.
So when I got her home I realized being a lesbian again isn't like riding a bike...
I don't think I can handle being a slut. There is a lot more emotional stress that I never realized.
Im not spending 10 to get hit on by potential transexuals even if they are cuter than most of the girls I dated.
This girl did not understand, once police sirens go on, road-head needs to STOP
I still smell like men's body wash from that drunken shower I took at that stranger's home last night.
Just found an unopened tied g of coke on the floor in her room... she thinks the maintenance guy dropped it earlier today. This takes the cake for sketchiest apartment.
I'd rather be sodomized with a fullly decorated Christmas tree.
We are such grown women, dealing with life's problems one shower beer and reckless makeout session at a time.
Don't tell him that you hope he dies in a boring missionary position with his wife. That doesn't go over well.
Long fucking story. But hey I got an orgasm and breakfast so I'm winning.
after last night, ive never not wanted to live so much in my life.
Why did I not realize how important my fridge was till I was drunk. It keeps all my food cold its like my own cold box
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