It must be a full moon weekend. All of my weird booty calls are coming out of the woodwork. I spent 40 minutes on the phone last night telling one why he is so creepy.
new excercise plan: walk a mile get a bj then walk a mile home
sorry we overslept. have a good day at work. p.s. thanks for making it feel like my vagina got hit by a train.
i just burped and it tasted like condom. please tell me i wasn't lame and made that guy wear one for a bj last night.
Maybe if i steal enough bar glasses i can justify all the money spent i've spent there
I can't wait. Forget the royal wedding. This is the most anticipated hookup of 2011.
You were hanging upside down on the subway with your feet in the stirrup handle bars. the children were amused.
It started with jello shots. It ended with tears.
I've given up for the day already. I just wanna eat cheesecake and hide from her.
I feel like I'm going to get the reputation of being the girl who brings her dog with her to all her random hookups.
Who put the meatball sub on my door handle?
he won't tell me his last name, but I know his garage key code
I guess I just don't understand how the two main issues with your ex involve a cock ring and a Christmas tree
His Instagram is like a gay porn blog all of the sudden got conquered by the Mormon missionary that he is
Do thigh high boots and a ball gag count as a costume?
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