So at this point...I'm sure you heard the story about Saturday night
like in an apt above a crackhead. A LEGIT CRACKHEAD. he woke me up every morning this week asking me if I wanted to buy a mini fridge and some CDs. at 5 am. EVERY DAY.
When I realized it was a dog, and I still had a boner, it was awkward.
hes wearing the same tie today that i tied him up with last night.i wanna go home
We made out for three hours. Then she said she didn't sleep with redheads and left the party. So yes, I'm still drinking.
My drug dealer is making me hot tea during the snowstorm...I'm a fan.
he asked me to "shake his dick" when he introduced himself, playing naked football with you in our living room. $100 says you two get married one day.
KETAMINE SUNDAYS ARE SERIOUSLY FUCKING ME UP!
That's like.....u just dangled a sex carrot in front of me then took it away!
I fucking hate tequila. Tequila makes me hate pants.
I walked a mile in this weather wearing nothing but a toga. Zero fucks. Your move Mother Nature.
It's 4am & this guy is asleep with his junk still inside me..really rethinking my life
He told me I remind him of his ex girlfriend but in a better more advanced way..
I'll give you one guess. It has a cock and I want it
oh what is to come when my single life starts with a threesome?
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