Hotel room at 3 am. She's 42. Stockings and heels. All because I opened with a joke about cougar hunting. We'll high-five later.
he called me a worthless slut and then went 2 the bathroom 2 pee on the floor before leavin. but he was really hot and he left his jacket, should i call him?
i think i have herpe
just one?
bowling with tennis balls and shot glasses. whatever you dont knock down after 2 rolls, you drink.
Terrible. Enormous nipples with a small ring of boob on the outside. It looked like a tittie eclipse
i didnt think "maybe you should take over" was a good thing to say when i couldnt get it up
It's a self-perpetuating puke chain.
I enjoy it and I rock at it. I wish there were a respectable way to make giving blow jobs a career.
What's his name?? He crossfits 6 times a week, works in finance & is into the occasional felony class drug. His name is irrelevant in order to know if I wanna bone him again.
That moment when your fucking in an airport bathroom and forget to lock the door. That poor man...scarred forever...
I don't know if I should feel proud or ashamed of myself...ashamed for making myself a drink at 6:15am or proud for actually being awake that early.
We peed together in a dark alley while holding hands. That is a bond that can never be broken.
I wanna borrow his axe at this point and cut my head open just to relieve some pressure
So this morning everyone commended me for puking over the porch. No one else made it that far...
you walked into the party, and all you had on was your left sock... literally.
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