And hes hitting me with his balls, really hard.
well, it ended with me crying outside the strip club saying i don't want to be 21 anymoree. i'd say it was a great 21st birthday.
No, he attached a coozie to his crutches so he can carry his beer around the party.
My last memory involves me naked in a mens's bathroom stall. I really hope my date was with me.
Showering in my swimsuit in hopes of getting the beer smell out.
Yes, but it's not new to me. It's like every time a new guy finds out I'm a squirter it's a novelty so they make me squirt and squirt and squirt until their bed is completely soaked. And then afterwards they complain that there isn't a dry bit to sleep on. No shit Sherlock.
When he goes down on me, he stares me in the eyes like a shark mocking it's prey as it devours it. Plus, his beard smells like dirty gym socks. This has got to end.
Let the vodka take you where it will. Like Pocahontas, but wasted
Holy. Crap. I just found a hickey on my bikini line. He never got my pants off. WHO IS THIS MYSTICAL HOOKUP WIZARD?
dude, my hangover is telling me there was tequila involved
I knew my bag made it because I could smell the fireball that spilled inside of my suitcase before it was on the luggage carousel.
You peed in my kitchen, while crying and insisting my floor was a toilet.
That was the night I realized I need to grow up and stop eating mushrooms with strange 40 year old men in convertibles.
I learned so much in Pittsburgh
So I have now fucked both my roommates...This is why I can’t live with men.
What can I say, like your penis. The fact that I like the person attached to it helps too
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