he just watched a baby story on tlc while high and just called me screaming he never wants me to get pregnant
then he said we can't have sex anymore because ill hate him.
so...dinner was kid's cuisine and a bottle of wine. i think they go well together.
You guys were grinding to YMCA. I knew you were going to hook up with him.
I was told to ask you about memoirs of a geisha.
No mixer. Vodka in yogurt?
There's a bed on the roof. The window behind it is too small for it to go through. I'm impressed.
Our suitemates are shrooming again. I left a less colorful dress hanging on the door, change before you come in because purple is making Maeve cry.
Was it high me or sober me who put those Jolly Rancher sticks in the freezer? I'd be soooo impressed if it was high me.
The orgasm outlasted the Charlie horse. Pros and cons.
Do I need to take a photo of my sister's enlarged and disgustingly dark nipples to scare you into protection? DO I?
My arms are still sore. Apparently, lube wrestling is the best workout ever.
You were typing for me while I was hyperventilating into a paper bag on the floor.
U touched your head and and said "oh look blood" and then looked at me and touched my face... And said war paint
He uses Bing as his search engine...but he's great in bed. So obviously I'm torn.
That was just an endearing nickname I called you before. I'm not gonna call you a filthy slut now that you are one, I don't want to hurt your feelings.
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