She was narrarating everything she did.. like while making toast.
shes laying on the floor in a bowl of salsa with her pants half off and she's crying... i dont know what to do...
It's home.......I'm going to the store in disguise to get skittles and cake frosting. Then I'll eat the frosting in a dark corner while I cry and wonder what I did to deserve this.
when was she peeing in the stairwell? why dont i remember this?
....because generally we only remember 40% of the night each, and have to fill eachother in. And that still leaves 20% that we will never know and its probably for the best
You have to summon your inner elephant
I'm so annoyed. We're about to buy groceries for the week and at this point I'm hoping to sustain myself on pure alcohol.
Well I just finished dry heaving so I think breakfast is a little further out for me
He turned down head in favor of a handjob. Not sure if he's crazy or i have magic hands
I've got to stop fucking tourists. If Chicagos piazza is anything like their dicks. I'm moving.
No like I actually peed on the treadmill. As it was running
I wish I had a clear image of the dude who was sucking on my tit outside the bar last night
just ran into my drill sergeant from basic 4 years ago. gonna take him home and have him fuck me at the cadence of quick time.
I just compared my relationship to that double ended dong scene from Requiem. This day just took a turn.
I just bumped into this random I hooked up with a few years ago at Steve's party. Talk about a fingerblast from the past!
His butt is perfect. Like a twelve on a scale of one to ten. No idea about his personality or anything but that ass... I'm keeping him.
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