remember that time i ran away from the bar and passed out in a street cot?
neither do i
its not stalking. its research.
It was like a Michael Bay sized explosion located in my pussy.
I looked at my arm when I woke up..I guess after 8 tally marks I said fuck it and wrote "too much"
Party at my house. Liquor pinata. Your presence is required.
thank you for tagging me in all my pictures as "skank" and yourself as "made by the hands of God"
We woke up, fucked twice, she drank 3 warm heinekins to cure her hangover and said "Im glad you're still hott when im sober"
I have a cup of vodka in my bathroom with a straw in it. Yes, I am ready for this bikini wax.
I can't in good conscience help you bag a Catholic girl who isn't at least a 7.
those were not strange pants with a really large waist band...it took me 3 days to realize I was wearing someone's sweater as pants
hand jobs are a waste of time that only lead to arm cramps. Also, where do you look...his eyes, at the penis, at the tv?
yeah the "where to look" question is super awkward
You sucked a guys dick who's name was Chad and that wasn't a sign that it was a bad idea?!
I told him I felt we were at the point where if I saw him talking to another girl, I'd probably choke him out. So I guess you could say things are getting serious.
I mean I want to go somewhere. I just don't want to put on pants or behave.
I assume you passed out however I'm drinking jäger and beer in bed with my cat so your friendship world have been appreciated
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