I'm sorry. Both for you two breaking up and because I just ate some of your cheez it's.
Not even drunk me wanted to have sex with him. I kept intentionally hitting my head on the table behind me during sex till he said i was too drunk for sex.
when she was 9 she got kicked out of our 4-H camp dance for pole dancing on the spirit stick
One girl peed the bed, one lost her panties, another woke up on the piano, I have pink eye and door knobs are missing. This is why I stay in Nebraska
You three are like the Bermuda Triangle for morals.
Um I think everyone drunk and there's some douche on violin.
Well if he truly loves me he will just have to accept my flaws. And that includes a tequila dependency and borderline lesbianism.
He pulled the pencil out of my leg and then we fucked. It felt sorta like pulp fiction in reverse.
returning from a 6am booty call in 2 feet of snow on a Tuesday is a bold new kind of low for me
He left me alone in a hotel room my last night in town to go home to jerk off and watch TV. So yeah, I guess we're not really friends.
he called me his ex's name during sex then proceeded to cry while still in me
Who knew sons of strippers would be really feminist boyfriends?
My boobs weigh the same amount as 25 pancakes
no, it was more of an i-don't-think-he-even-knows-what-a-clitoris-is, bad.
You mentioned his name and i threw up a little.
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