he confessed his love for me, threw up on my pillow and then fell asleep on said pillow. i met him last night.
better than last weekend. things are really looking up for you.
You totally narrated your dogs thoughts for 2 and a half hours last night, and I was enthralled. I didn't say one word, I just listened.
It will be a surprise...all i can say is stripper clown
He cut part of his finger off. It was a consolation blow job.
Okay, just a casual question: how did i manage to get grass stains on the inside of my bra?
It's almost like he dry humped the last remaining bit of good person out of me.
I woke up this morning covered in blood and peanut butter. I am now safe from vampires with nut allergies.
You stumbled in at 10am, half-clothed and still drunk from last night and yelled "well, its not called a walk of pride!", then passed out on the couch.
If I had a dick as big as yours. The world would be an oyster. An oyster smaller than my big penis
Ya. My thumbs are those buffalo's, but my legs are spirits and my torso is that Indian guys and my head is the eagle
I was drunk while I accepted my job offer. Here's to growing up.
My Sundays are fucking awful. Can't get a blow job.....can't get a win.
Weirdest drunk sex ever. His sweat dripped into my eyeball and then he looked down and asked me why I was crying. I went with it.
I think I'm emotionally ready to start being a slut again. I'm excited.
Sometimes I wish I could tell all my past/present hookups what the nicknames that my friends and I have assigned them.
Randomize
