I dont remember anything after Tequila & Apple Juice. May have disovered the recipe for mental bleach.
I'm going to an arts college, I live next to the frat houses, and my room number is 420. god has plans for me and I couldn't be happier.
worse. her friends hid in the bathroom while she gave me head and then screamed surprise right as i was about to cum
i gave him the "yep, i was your girfriend's collegiate lesbian sex story" head nod
You two were too busy to notice that his used condom landed on me when he threw it.. Thanks.
We did a shot for each one. Father... son... and holy ghost. That wasn't enough though so we moved on to toasting dead relatives.
You know, having a conversation evolve from attractive men to roommate orgies would be weird with anyone else, but you get me.
I'm not sure whom I'm texting but I put you in my phone as last nights fuck budy, and I'm just curious if I left my clutch with you?
Let's go dancing. I wanna sprain an ankle. And a labia. My labia or yours. I'm not picky.
I took a sleeping pill while he was in the bathroom. Time for a game of how long can we bang before I fall asleep.
You are both horrible and amazing
Man, that hitchhiker cursed me.
I really need to curb my attractions to blondes with tattoo sleeves, firearms and alcoholism
I woke up with clothes on this morning and I'm pretty sure you had something to do with that. Thank you.
Bruise count after new years, 7. 2018 is looking up.
let me just take this time to thank you again for buying pudding.
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