I had another sleeping on concrete incident.
i deep throated a ruler to see what my limit was...
So I missed her say 'don't' before 'come in me'. She felt what was happening and freaked - which actually made the moment 100x better.
I'm not sure if you saw my recent facebook update, but I have already put the Radio Flyer wagon to good use. I had someone pull me to the nearest bar.
No idea how he made them, but vodka water balloons were a horrible idea.
No, I did not fuck him for football tickets. I fucked him for tickets to the superbowl. I'm not that much of a slut.
I sat on the toilet and peed through my jeans, then I pissed the bed and blamed him...do you think well have a 2nd date?
Before we fucked we both mutually agreed not to tweet about it.
the chips you spilled whiskey on is not the same thing as Irish breakfast potatoes
whatever the appropriate amount of shots is to consider drunken acrobatics a good idea was a few less than I actually had
His hair looked like he was in a bukaki and then got a perm right after
I wish I got like a congrats basket for being a responsible sexually active member of society complete with condoms, tissues and lollipops.
There are both cum and chocolate stains on my sheets. Can't decide whether this is a new low or a new high.
Dead. I am actually dead. Also, worst nightmare confirmed: throwing up in a four hundred person lecture.
I'm a lady who knows what she wants in life, and that's uncommitted dick.
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