Ok pretty sure I just saw Mike O'Malley walking through the parking lot. I wanted to see if I followed him, would he lead me to the acro-criag, i've always wanted a crack at that bitch.
I mean roof. it goes up. its important day. you should recongziw it.
You're drunk. Make complete sentences.
It's not luke its my birthday or anything. Mike, understand.
im in a room full of women tattooing each others tits. i hope i remember this tomorrow
You've ruined blow jobs for me. You were the motzart of sucking dick, where every other girl is like awkward elevator music
Climbing onto the roof in a dress and high heeled boots was probably not the best idea, especially after all that Bacardi.
Chipotle chips and wine for breakfast. Its def game day
Its official. Girls from Indiana do not give rim jobs.
There was a photo of his face glued to a lifesize Kim Kardashian cutout. By the end of the night he was doing shots out of medicine cups and making everybody hug it goodbye.
Im going to make a sandwich and see if my books came from amazon. I cant believe two years ago i was dating eight guys and teaching russian exchange students how to do shots.
I want this pizza in and around my mouth forever..
He says I vaguely mumbled happy New year, kissed him, threw up and then went back to sleep.
It was so small.
Tiny. Got to love sexting. Imagine finding out the old fashioned way.
I'll do my best. he just keeps yelling beer and doing dick helicopters
Babe, holding my hair while i blow you doesn't count as being romantic
It's not even a normal fucking affair I've found myself in. It's a fucking bdsm clusterfuck.
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