It smelled like mall pretzels. Of course I investigated.
I just sat there and watched paula deen's face melt for an hour.
Sorority life is like alcoholic girl scouts, plus douchebags in polos.
i feel like the wall was a canvas for his penis.
You call it a hangover, I call it a baby squirrel burrowing its way out of my head.
I just want to fuck you then discuss implications of our existence afterwards. Then Doritos and hot tub.
I could go for watching some naked price is right. Looks like a good time to me.
I asked him why I was having sex with him in the middle of having sex. It was sufficiently awkward.
then she lifted her dress, tweaked her own nipples, and then ordered another round for everyone. this place is wild at 9pm.
I'm sure I'll run in to him again, there's only so many VA detoxes.
Was your wine and cheese snap taken from the toilet?
This feels more like a conference of all the people I've fucked in the past year.
She sent me a video of herself sitting in the car stone faced listening to the Titanic song on silence. She won't answer my texts.
Im looking at the faintest of claw marks right now. I just fell in love all over again.
Are we allowed to ho on the roof?
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