It smells like weed.
We are in Boulder, Everything smells like weed.
On ecstasy, in Ikea. this is incredible.
Its ok we found him,,, He is in the bathroom trying to write his life story on a roll of toilet paper.
I realize now that I left my pants on that table in the downstairs bathroom at you house on Tuesday....
raced the clock twice to day to see if i could get off before my computer died and before i left for my noon bar crawl... win, win
lets go back to having secrets in our friendship
doing laundry. just found my fishnets from Friday. the ENTIRE crotch is torn out. guess that answers the "did we have sex in the cab" question.....
Call me old-fashioned, but I don't think the words, "Finger my ass" should find their way into casual conversation.
Putting all my energy Into finding a polite way to ask my mailman to fuck me in his car.
KEG. KEG. THE OPERA HAS A KEG. KEG STAND IN A TUX. AFTER PARTY RAVE AND KEG STANDS.
the last thing I heard was you screaming as the rodeo team herded you to the next party
Well on a lighter note, I had sex in a food truck.
I was wondering how I got the burn marks on my boobs and then I remembered....
The baked potato bra?
A dude was barking out of one of the buildings so I barked back and he goes, "Oh shit! She barked back! Come to room 803 I'll fuck you!"
But how MUCH of an emergency? Like, should I go to the ER now, or can it wait until after the bar crawl?
He told me I was a good dog mom. I've never been so turned on in my life
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