remind me not to puke in the mesh trash can tonight
you came home covered in oatmeal wearing a tutu holding a stolen wrotting pumpkin and "its a girl" balloons tied around your neck.you were whispering the lyrics to aaron carters 'aarons party'. i think the real question was what DIDNT you drink last night
I'm returning our mountain of beer cans, while wearing a Budweiser sweatshirt. i don't look like an alcoholic.
Yeaaah, so cabbie laughed at me, and said, "rough nite? Let me find you some music" . apparently OPP is the appropriate ride of shame soundtrack.
And just when I was about to fall asleep, he hit me in the face, and claimed he's a "violent sleeper".
My dad just called from upstairs on the house phone to tell me to bring him a beer. You tell me how I am.
just saw sorostitutes streaking near the university president's house. thank you tequila day
Faking my way through an entire party as a British exchange student. Wish me luck.
Tim and I found you a 5ish and asked how you were doing with the breakup. All you said was "i can't words"
So how was the sex with me last night?
No worse than usual.
I didn't realize how trashy of a night we had.
Welllll, you did eat a cherry out of my pussy. So I think that classes it up a little.
HIS BALLS ARE HEAVEN SENT FROM THE VELVET ANGLES.
And anyway at least being paid in opium makes a cool story
Got home & pissed on my moms carpet like a bear in the woods. I woke up to a picture message with me passed out on the floor with my pants down & hands covering my face. I've had an awkward week
I was simply suggesting that you really should try coke bondage sex.
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