i chose cheese fries over sex for the third time this week.
he whispered in my ear that he would be upstairs and i should come up. i stayed downstairs. he came back down and repeated to whisper in my ear. this happened about 5 times until he passed out.
He gave me a book last time I slept there. Im beginning to feel like a really weird hooker. Like instead of money he gives me random shit he has lying around. like hamburger buns
drunk making out is the fucking beeeest. specially when it's your exboyfriend
I wonder if you'll be as excited about this as you are now tomorrow morning.
There were so few words spoken that I'm not sure if it was make-up or break-up sex.
It's 6 am and I've spent the last few hours searching for a cork screw or suitable substitute. You had none. Incidentally, I finally opened this bottle of wine, but owe you a new meat sticky thing with those two prongs. Sobriety is not good for me. Or your utensils.
Quesedillas should not make me weep and drinking water should not make me feel like god is giving me mouth to mouth. Never again.
Late night whataburger runs are great, except if you're the one that gets left black out drunk puking in the backyard drinking from the water hose
I am thinking about buying a decorative chest for all our sex stuff....
well, mom whipped her new boobs out at the dining room table. So yeah you could say we had a pretty casual thanksgiving
I look excited, but its just a facade.
We havent had power for three days. What else is there to do besides drink and fuck? I thought that was obvious.
We were totally high while having sex, I told him fast or slow, just follow your balls. That was a show stopper.
Im gonna start dry humping the manequins and see if i get fired.
You left your pants here again. 4th time in a row. How can you walk home without pants?
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