There's just this way he looks at me that makes me want to suck his soul out through his dick.
I drunkenly recorded an episode of Family Matters last night. I took a shot everytime Carl Winslow had a mustache.
a cemetary is a place for people to rest in peace and you just spermed all over their land
no you cant smoke seaweed
apparently, i ordered a pogo stick last night. i can't even be mad about that.
I am moving slowly w him. I havent even masturbated to him yet.
When I find myself drinking from a boot I just go with it and refuse to ask why.
My mind hurts. I feel like I drank sand yesterday.
My Grandma made me promise not to drink more beer, so I'm chugging wine.
Need to spend sober time with him while fully clothed. I can't decide if he's a seriously amazing man or a complete fucking dickbag.
This is me not judging you for what a fine line you draw between the two.
I've gotten 2 singers numbers, a 6'5 dude has promised to take me to Oktoberfest, and I spent the night w a pilot named Zeus who looks like caramel tastes. Also I sprained my thumb punching some guy I named 'hater'. I love Nashville
He's in grad school at Harvard. I suppose that means my vagina is now smarter than I am.
Last night was like blooper reel sex. He dropped me!!
I feel like any time there's that much rope, lingerie, and horse masks on the ground, it's safe to say it was a great night
its so awesome dude, its like im a magical unicorn or something
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