I've been emailing with a woman. I don't think she's into me, but we've become sorta email buddies. I'm hoping to meet her because on her profile she states she's into 'fisting.' Frankly the thought kinda freaks me out but I'm dying to see what kind of woman is 1) into that and 2) admits it upfront.
we just ha sex. he lasted two minutes. i told him to leave because i had class
isnt today saturday?
At what number of girls whose last names are stored in your phone book as drinking establishments does it become excessive?
Peed in a church parking lot last night. As if Jesus didnt hate me enough already.
Please tell me you saw the asian lady with the medical mask on cutting her lawn with scissors.
No, its ok. Im playing strip pretty pretty princess im currently dueling for the crown
She sat on the toilet backwards so that she could hold onto the back part for balance. No she's not ready to go home.
I don't remember because I was drunk out of my mind, but I have it on good authority that weed cinnamon buns at 3 in the morning with chocolate milk are better than sex.
Okay. I am working on pulling a tooth out of my mouth. Call me.
I'm making a quesadilla and including it in the picture because that's the only way I think I can send her dick pics.
As planned I took it to the limit. Then we met a new limit. Now they are limit friends.
They wouldn't let me on the bull because I couldn't even sign my own name... She let me try 3 times...
Last night I was introduced as the Picasso of getting fucked up so I obviously had to live up to it by chugging long islands
pesky things like morals, self-preservation and cowardice are not needed. overkill is nothing but a word. there will be blood.
So, 'head before the store' turned into a fuck fest, & that's how I ended up at the grocery store smelling like a cum farm on Black Friday. How's your weekend?
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