i threw up in a trash can last night at kellys irish times. but in a trash can because i'm a lady
Just made a Mimosa with Chardonnay and Emergen-C.
While he was going down his phone rang and he answered saying I'll call you later I'm eating.
This is the time you want your cat to have telepathy with you. To know if the guy downstairs left.
Wanna hang out, and by hang out I mean go get plan B... and maybe lunch, but mostly plan b
He drank his beer out of his own shoe. Its his "party trick"
when I went into his room, he was sleeping on his stomach, almost as if to silently say, "you're not touching my dick tonight".
He pulled the pencil out of my leg and then we fucked. It felt sorta like pulp fiction in reverse.
If you think for one second that I would forget Mardi Gras, you clearly don't know how much I love boobs.
We ended up on their roof with our pants around our ankles shotgunning beers at one point.
I mean, he's 40, foreign, artsy but with substance abuse problems and estranged children. How is he not my type?
The dude is a cop how would I ever date a cop I wouldn't be able to talk about the first TWENTY-SEVEN years of my life!
It's a little hazey but I think I tried to request Nelly last night. There was no dj. Not sure who I was talking to
the bouncer just handed me a Starbucks bag of pound cake
besides the unzipped fly, the black eye and the toilet paper on your shoe you looked really sexy today baby!
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