I'm not saying he was bad at sex, but I'm pretty sure I anti-climaxed.
they shut off the water. shaving my legs with soda. that desperate.
I hid my booze in my old Sesame Street lunch box. Big Bird might be disappointed, but I feel Oscar the Grouch would approve.
Shotgunned a beer while taking a bath.
Say something like you want him to fuck you behind a McDonald's. Guys secretly love weird shit like that.
We sat on the porch laughing about hilarious the sunrise was. And that we can do drugs again in the morning, thank god
exactly. I want him to have to live with the fact that he fucked me. I want him to look me in the eye and say "you were a drunken mistake".
This day sucks. I just wanna play ostrich and bury my head in your boobs.
WHY DID I INFORM THE ENTIRE BATHROOM I DONT HAVE AN STD?!?!?!!
I woke up and my backpack was empty. He used me for sex, and back to school supplies.
I smell like bonfire and ex-boyfriends
I think I got a sinus infection from puking out my nose on st. Patricks day #thisis26
The first thing I did when I got to the apartment was masturbate on the couch
But once you are just right and I work my tongue in the right spots and hot wax your balls and inner thighs. I will have you right where I want you.
Who is this?
Oops wrong number
My life is a random series of events connected only by bottles of Seagram's 7
Randomize
