Omg I def was not. I wasn't that drunk. I showed that I stuff my bra but I didn't whip my tit out.
He's married, a coworker, and a smoker. not sure which personal rule broken i'm most ashamed of...
this is a time for prayers...seriously
let us hold hands and pray.. sweet baby jesus please bring us some sweet sweet man loving this homecoming weekend to aid our lonely vaginas it has been a long couple of weeks amen.
just to let ya know we might have to take a stripper snowboardin sometime
I don't think he grasps the fact that I would much rather he finish inside me than on my $400 Anthropolgie bedspread
I'm treating myself to a " uve slept with yet another mr. Wrong" breakfast
For the first time in my life, I paid for my own alcoholic beverage last night. Am I getting ugly?
To be honest, kinda.
she was braiding my hair and singing forever young while she vommed everywhere at the same time. Talent.
I swear to god he's making pineapple onions and cheese. He thinks he's making eggs onions and cheese
I need to quit being a slut. It's to the point that I got my period today and automatically I Believe I Can Fly popped into my head.
I wish they would just make alcoholic protein shakes already.
Do you think there are two dudes living in an apartment somewhere that go to the store and call it Brocery shopping?
Oh god...probably.
I saved him in my phone as "Well-Hung Burrito Savior." I love Taco Tuesday.
There's a Taco Bell quesadilla in my shower caddy right now.
All I know is that I got to have an orgasm yesterday during sex so nobody can put a damper on my day, NOBODYYYYYY
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