I don't remember her name, but I do remember yelling at her from the balcony of the hotel room during her walk of shame.
SEE! I KNEW I HAD A LONG-TERM REASON FOR BEING A SLUT!
he has been on a 2 week bender, has been homeless for a week and a half, and leaves for madagascar in 2 days. Do we worry or is that normal?
Pretty certain he passed out for a while going down on me. Absolutely certain he passed out during the blow job.
Coming home soaking wet at three am and trying to convince the front desk man that we came from the library might have worked if I wasn't also roaring at everything.
He told me that I smelled like a Glade Plug-in, then sang the Menard's jingle in it's entirety in between kissing me.
You were like pukeahontas last night, you tried to tell us you were okay, then you puked in the garden.
I really wasn't that bad. I thought I was pretty tame.
When Anthony passed out you poured vodka on his face
well the night couldnt get much worse after she peed all over herself and the sidewalk.
Climbing out Mr. Friday night's bathroom window. He thinks I'm puking. Be on state st. with the getaway car and if you could bring me a shirt and some advil that'd be dandy.
So proud. See you in five. I've got coffee.
I had to talk to the cops at my front door in a bathrobe, with the buttplug still in.
When have we listened to the rational side of either of us?!
Felt so good this afternoon, figured I wouldn't have a comedown. Wrong. Just realized I've been staring at a wall for 40 minutes contemplating the color yellow.
We stood outside the room listening to them have sex and making meow noises
That's not right, is it?
i'm trying not to stalk him on facebook
i gave in
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