And my awkwardness continues. I felt the need to send him a text that said roar. I did it.
I lost my virginity in that bed. You just layed in history.
she just came into my room, drunkenly shoved six dollars into my bra and told me to spend it on chicken wings.
Next time, showing us his dick should be his entry fee into your house.
And leave it to John to ask the cabby to make a Porno in his cab
Totally just sport flirted the shit out of a girl on a wheelchair. I've done my good deed for the day.
I'm not really into her personality. Not that we've ever looked for personality in women.
That's only a quality to look for in a second marriage.
I'm going to join a nudist colony to win $1000. There are no down-sides to this.
fuck your need to drink for whitney a thousand times last night.
He texted "fuck you" before blocking me on all social media. Come to think of it, that's also the last thing my mother said to me. Could it be that I'm the problem?
I wrote myself a note last night telling me to tell you that you're the best person ever, and asking you not to tell me what I did, I think I'm trusting my drunk judgment on that one.
Why r u in my phone under "the last survivor"?
It was a strange night. I made out with his college roommate and said "do you care?" beforehand.
Not to be gross and awkward, but I just had sex outside in the rain on the hood of a lexus
When we were finished she immediately got up, cut a star out of a piece of paper, colored it gold, taped it to my chest and deemed me the Sheriff of Sex.
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