Last night is one of those stories you hear about on 20/20 right after they make a law banning 90% if what I did.
the last thing i remember is inserting the sippy stray into the jack daniel's.
Apparently I climbed into a dryer last night and refused to leave... There are pictures to prove it
I woke up alone at my apt. On the floor with the door wide open, but still. Success.
My building was evacuated who wants to quake and bake
Me. blonde. Sex. Dance floor.
She has either a C-Section scar or a bullet wound, I can't quite tell
I would seriously fuck her so hard, her contacts would pop out of her eyes.
Remember how he wouldn't sleep with me "out of respect"? Well, Mr. Respect just fingered me in a parking garage.
Cocaine can totally be concealed as MAC finishing powder. Drug dealer creds just went up 120 percent
Hold on - sidebar. My best friend just threw a 40 pack of condoms through my window.
We were getting breakfast he shit himself in the middle of ihop. Mid bite he just yells out o fuck.
I just had a man tell me he was going to think about me when he was fucking his wife tonight. This is my proudest moment as a gay.
Anyway, that's been my evening- crying and looking up diabetes symptoms. How was your night?
mother daughter bonding time. she's helping me make jello shots.
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