just had a super intense, drunken debate about which blink182 member is the most fuckable. i got so mad i left the room. new low.
She kept calling me her DD, which I assumed meant designated driver, so I was confused because I don't even have a car. Found out later it means designated dick. It's what her and her friends use as code for the guy they want to hook up with at the end of the night. I feel so used.
just read twilight to her over the phone, while in the bathtub, candlelight...i'd love to say no homo but that was so gay.
she "accidentally" hit me with her car, its almost as if she know im fucking her boyfriend.
the bar tender told me i could keep an air matress in the backroom.
im about 40 per cent sure i invited the bouncer to our pajama party next weekend...
knew it was a bad idea. the look she gave me when i left her roommates bedroom in the morning really illustrated that.
Note to self glow in the dark nail polish can be quite the mood killer during sex especially when you notice its working for the first time and you stop everything your doing to do spirit fingers
We sang "Whole New World" in harmony and he spun me around. You may now barf from the cuteness.
She's using our floating beer pong table as an air mattress to sleep on.
He also ordered me a vibrator last week, so the flowers kind of balance it out
Getting robbed by hookers is def a right of passage in a mans life
In all the years we have had drunk sex, have we ever done it in a bed?
At about 2:30 i found you passed out in my closet with your face covered in cheese whiz
how does that bad decision feel?
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