We did like every position then did it again this morning. Something about him being the little boy i used to make sand castles with just made it way hotter.
well done
my brother is about to go smoke a joint outside... he's preparing his munchies on the counter beforehand. I admire his responsibility.
We sat on the porch laughing about hilarious the sunrise was. And that we can do drugs again in the morning, thank god
No. And Marissa said shitting in the handicap bathroom at work does not get you into the club. You have to shit yourself. She said.
Just to an Octoberfest and a sex party. Nothing wild.
New found love of volunteering, when there's free wine available at all times. Good times. And I get to to feel good about helping people.
I'm sitting here bra-less eating jalepeno candied bacon. You know you want this.
Coming.
On a Thurs night I found myself drunk in a limo w 9 dudes on my way to a strip club. Once there I was handed $100 in ones and told "spend it." I need a husband. Or Jesus.
You shouldn't have to. I think you should bust into work like "pay homage to my magical vagina!"
I fully committed to my astronaut costume, to say the least. blacking out on moonshine and having a moonwalk of shame this morning: happy Halloweekend.
is it weird that our first time having sex was makeup sex?
I lost my favorite bra in his hotel room. Is it bad that that's the only reason I hope he texts me tomorrow?
YOu just turned down my vagina. Something must be wrong. Vegas changed you!
How do I explain to work that I woke up in my underwear on a trampoline and that I'm not coming in?
I think my brain is throwing up inside my head. How do you live like this?
Randomize
