last night was a success...if success means i don't remember the guy's name and my panties are somewhere in the parking lot behind the bar
Yeah. We was talkin. Its ok. My bed is too filled with pam for sex. Its like a slip and slide of butter product.
it's kind of slutty but what the hell, so are we
so i may have indirectly taught my 13 year old campers how to give blowjobs.
Getting arrested together sounded so much more fun in theory.
Just so we're clear, that's a yes to the honey, but if you get marshmallow fluff anywhere near my body we are never doing this again
Learned a valuable life lesson last night. It's titled "Tequila: Still A Bad Idea".
His response today determines what state my vagina will be in this weekend.
What's the best way to say, "it's too early in our relationship to leave me at your place alone"? Steal something?
Remind me to switch to jello when you decide to do shots off my ass. It's so much easier to clean than this pudding.
I think drinking everclear was a better idea than taking a night class.
He held the beaver pelt from the fireplace over my crotch and asked his friend "she look familiar now?", he then remembered my name.
I lost all of my bathing suit tops.. This is both a success and a failure
I'll have to text you later. Trying to have civilized conversations with the boyfriends parents when I'm 100% aware I just blew their son in the bathroom 5 mins ago. Stay tuned.
The last time I went out with these guys I won an iced tea maker from a drag queen.
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