i hope S**** or M***** or someone took note of the fact that i was drinking popov like water and could no longer form sentences. i mean, dont get me wrong i had been thinking about boning R*** long before my sobriety left the picture but the number of reasons not to, outweighed the temptation and without sir robert burnett as R***'s wingman, it would have never happened
I got a lap dance until she said they wipe of the poles between each dance to clear the "std slime", i couldnt even masterbate at home it was a horrible military monday
he made me scream out "#24" while we fucked...no more football players
do you know what somber means? it's kinda the opposite of a kegstand
It's sad the highlight of the night was you didn't electrocute yourself again.
This is great- I found hangover detoxifying bath salt online. It flushes out the alcohol. We need this.
I mean, I gave him a hand job on the Pearl Harbor tour bus; I don't know what the fuck else he wants out of this "relationship"
I'm smoking a bowl with matches and a candle while my mother washes dishes downstairs. I thought adulthood was supposed to be different.
Just got road head. In broad daylight. On the interstate. During rush hour. Pushing the envelope one public bj at a time.
I feel like I was playing penis roulette last night nd I landed on the wrong one.
seriously considering getting an electric blanket rather than sleeping with guys this winter for warmth.
Where you at? Come home and endure this shit show called "The Second Presidential Debate".
I would've fucked Winston Churchill - rode that D like I was going into battle.
Drunk. Send nudes. Just curious.
Call me Sherlock Holmes, bitch.
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