Brandy, I need a picture of your boobs. Not time to explain.
everytime he calls himself the maxipad master i can't help but wonder what costume that would involve.
I wouldn't really call it 'getting lucky' considering I paid her to do it.
I don't care what he thinks. My vagina has an open door policy.
Cognac is not meant to be taken in shots. I just wanted you to know the desperation of last night.
there was 12 of us, girls included, shirtless and wielding swords as we bet on rock paper scissors in the middle of the bar. It was like Cinco de Mayo version of the Deer Hunter
Guess whose mug shot is NOT on the Internet anymore?!?!
We ended not having sex. I didn't want to explain that I was wearing a Unitard because all my socks and underwear were dirty.
Dude he fell into my wall and left an imprint then decided to have sex with the door open. Vents carry noise pretty well
I was thinking more like a "sorry you can hear us, but I'm having the best sex of my life" cake
Everybody needs breakup sex. You just happened to get yours from a dude who hasn't reached the point of breakup yet. No biggie.
I wound up gambling on giant connect four with the bartender. I think he saw my boobs.
About to wash down a xan with an iced pumpkin spiced latte from starbs and I feel like I've never lived up to my stereotype so much at one time
I now know he's been cheating for a while. I also know HER name, address, phone number, Facebook account, religion and zodiac sign. I feel like I'm earning my restraining order. Point is, never fuck over a librarian.
we finally found him at 2 am. he was 3 miles from the house and tried running into the lake when he saw us pull up. i don't think he'll be taking ecstacy again any time soon.
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