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
He like poked it twice with the tip of his tongue then left it alone. I'm sad.
you need to leave class get on facebook and start untagging IMMEDIATELY
It's one of the reasons i'm here, along with emotional support, physical support if you need it, and power orgasms.
i'm in workout clothes. this is progress.
You could probably play six degrees of separation of my cock in this city.
I have to stop drunkenly making out with guys just because they're tall or have a beard.
Just walk straight and zig zag through cars tell you get to the road. That's where I am. Perpendicular to the doors do not make any turns
I joked that if anyone could fuck a 35 year old woman while wearing head bands and arm sweat bands it's you and look what happens.
I just found my "random bang list for summer of 2012" that I wrote last night.. It's written on a Plan B receipt. If this isn't irony I don't know what is.
Someone got day drunk, but I'm not saying who.
It was me.
I feel like a pile of chihuahua shit that got eaten by a Great Dane who puked it up and then set it on fire.
If you're wondering about the mess, we had sex in the kitchen. There was noodles involved.
Also, asking the guy who just told you he is crippled on edibles to watch your kid is probably frowned upon by most
I woke up saran wrapped to a chair....
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