you lied. pity sex is amazing.
So how many shot glasses of coffee grounds make a pot?
I JUST REALIZED HOW SOFT YOUR TABLE IS! and I also just started rolling
The only requirement is that his name is Kevin... All other factors don't matter to drunk me. Drunk me likey Kevins.
Theres a handprint of sauce on my frig, one streaked across my face, a trail of it to my bedroom and sauce all in my bed and i have no idea what the fuck i ate.
I owe you a thank you for last night. Only you could go up to a guy, ask if he likes my boobs, and return later to find us in a full on dance floor makeout sesh. Well played.
He's sitting in his room on Facebook with nothing but a pillow covering his crotch. I can't help you at the moment.
Totally. Bang on. He'll be fine. He might cry into your perfect tits once in a while, but that's the price ya pay.
He cried & told me I reminded him off his mother. I don't want to talk about it. I want to drink about it.
After we finished having phone sex he proceeded to serenade me with Ave Maria. It was magical.
I answered the booty call in my Trophy Wife cutoff and my ex-boyfriends sweatpants with a bottle of jager.
and how was that received?
You are hungover. Your arguments are irrational an incoherent. We only played twice. Have some Gatorade and take a knee.
Thrres cinnamon everywgte. Plead cine get me
spent the night holding naked strippers up for keg stands and doing endless amounts of body shots. good game 8am final exam.
whats an extra semester when you've already been in college for 6 years?
I will literally have glitter in my crotch for weeks.
Randomize
