At least we don't have one night stands
True that. We sink our claws in our men.
I have a story that starts with Nutella and ends with sex in the laundry building at RIT.
either my laughing turned him on, or he wanted to shut me up. either way, i dont care. it was amazing.
Forgot to mention there might be a picture of me being thrown in the air while at a Mexican restaurant
I just keep sniffing it hoping for an explanation.
Dong worry about me. I just cashed bottle of wine when I found out he was in town, I'm being dramatic. I'll text you tomorrow when I'm sober and my face stops bleeding
I feel like this has turned into my work. But if I get paid sitting under a desk, that's perfectly fine with me.
His voice is like having sex with hot chocolate and then suddenly you're pregnant.
There was a group of girls next to us. One was smiling at me. I only remember walking up and saying "oh you're Russian". Not sure where it went from there
Nothing says "future AA member" like bonging 40's out of a plastic flamingo.
I can't even express how horny I am. The English language isn't equipped for what I'm plotting.
It's official. Those are now your come fuck me flipflops
I've spent all afternoon taking and editing selfies. The life of a bimbo is truly tiring.
we watched a porno and made a drinking game out of it. best first date ever.
It's such a sad loss when a hot guy finds Jesus and grows a neckbeard
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