I'm dying. Please wear something slutty to my funeral.
my mario cart skills improve with alchohol. and i think my real car skills do to but the cop didnt see my logic
I'm giving up shame for lent. Here come the best 40 days and nights of my life.
He' s half Black and half Italian, I finally asked...this penis maybe one for the records.
I'm on his itunes. He has a sex playlist. It's actually not so much a playlist as 12 Kylie Minogue songs with a big gay Whitney finish.
he doesn't drink and he's an emt - he'll be our dd for nye in exchange for a threesome tomorrow afternoon.
I'm putting "buy a bottle of scotch" on my "productive things to do to procrastinate studying for finals" list
I'm kinda amazed by how many times I've texted the word penis today.
I think I'm gonna quit partying for awhile. Piercing my own nose is where I draw the line.
I am so excited I do not know how I will sleep.
It's like the Christmas morning of dicks
thank you for extending my knowledge of the effects of vodka. speak of what happened last night and i will kill you and send your fingers to your loved ones.
She told me to pick her up in the corner of shame and self-disgust.
Well the other day she asked me how often I jerk off. So I guess things are getting semi-serious
Sigh. I haven't seen a dick since August 22nd. And in case you forgot, it's January.
I'm recovering from the blowjob...She's doing her taxes...
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