and she was grinding on the wall, purring at guys she liked at the pregame...
I think I've lost the thrill of being a slut. It's just that the newness has worn off, I think.
I remember all the people and all the acts I just have to match the person with the act
Also adulthood=replacing meals with bourbon. And not getting your hair caught in a fan.
I've never felt more disgusting in my life. And I'm including the time I snuggled that homeless woman in the puddle of my whiskey vomit.
And then, I saw the prophecy come to fruition. It was the Dick of Destiny.
He visits one Denver strip club and now hes moving there
He wanted me to choke him with my feet. So now I feel obligated to start writing my memoir
That portion can talk about stepping out of your comfort zone and how it can potentially kill people
I had a meltdown and you quoted Puddle of Mudd to me
How long until you're healed?
Physically? A week or so. Emotionally? The scars of dislocating my knee at a frat and flashing my panties to the whole crowd wi never heal.
She started calling me daddy on the second date and I don't know how to react to that
Alright I'd bang a 4 sober, It's been like 3-4 weeks or how ever long 4th of July was ago. I wanna fuck something.
4th of July was 12 days ago. The date is literally in the text you just sent.
I don't care about the dates I just wanna bone something.
Some guy I'd never met and didn't invite threw the punch bowl at the wall and set the plastic skeleton on fire. I don't think we'll be getting the full deposit back
I tried to text you about going to the Lion's Den but sent it to my boss. She was down for it. Please advise.
when i saw him today i think my vagina did the equivalent of a stomach growl... its been to long
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