He's not gay. He just has bad gaydar and he gaydared himself and was wrong.
it sucked. he totally couldn't get it up. blamed it on never having cheated b4. Couldn't stop laughing. fuck.
He was crying to my sister about feeling like a bad person. Then he groped my breasts.
he was chasing shots of soco with fistfuls of my birthday cake
we did anal to Party In The USA and he busted to Firefies .. felt like we were fucking in a middle school dance
the beat of "birthday sex" is shockingly similar to my dry heaving rhythm. it's making me nauseous all over again.
I woke up under a table, with a huge Mexican sombrero, a box of 120 doughnuts and a bloody nose. It all screams success.
my stepmom is let-the-dog-eat-out-of-her-mouth drunk. oh my god.
at some point i feel off my bar stool straight into the arms of a gay guy. just my luck.
I need to stop drunkenly getting naked. I'm losing all my favorite party clothes.
told our landlord the hole in the wall was from your head during drunk sex..
how did he take it?
not as well as i would have thought
I like how zombie Abe Lincoln and hooking up with a girl were on your same thought process.
I seriously need to grocery shop. I have a slice of cheese, and alcohol.
I fucked a marine... I told him it was like personal revenge and he said he could live with that and that he didn't mind being used.
Lunch date was a success. And you'll be proud- my legs stayed closed.
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