at which point I apparently ran in and shouted "I made the sex with that one!"
i DID try to find you last night. i asked where you were and you texted me the letter "e" and a picture of the dark.
I had no idea a 5'8 girl could fit entirely on her knees in front of the passenger seat of a Sunfire, but I am very happy to now have that knowledge.
At what point did you actually think that you could throw knives safely?
In between when I last wrote and now have screwed a Swiss guy on a hostel bathroom floor. Okay, real life?
Like I couldn't describe it to you but if they did a lineup of penises i'd be able to pick it out.
I told the bartender that he could give me back the tip I gave him if he outsmarted me in a battle of wits. He has yet to challenge me.
Okay throwing up in my mouth a little = time to go home
wait can you just like go into detail with this penis touching thing? like was it a hand job or was it like a day at the petting zoo or something
I am walking funny today. And it's sad because it's from the bad encounter with the sidewalk rather than a good encounter with a stripper
You know you had a good time when you get the wheelchair treatment in Mexico back to your cruise.
Somehow his homemade liquor activated memories of my semester abroad three years ago. I ended up yelling random medical advice in German, while my roommates played dress-up with the cat stoned out of their minds. I consequently gave up on dating. Back in the ONS game.
I keep finding granola in my bed. This is what I get for sleeping with a guy from Oregon.
After a beer I realize now I may have shared too much about my obsession with ghosts with my therapist this morning.
are you watching the world series?
I've made out with alex bregman... so yes
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