he pushed my hair back because he said it made me look like kelly kapowski and he told me to call him zach
bring the vodka.
i thought we were going to mcdonalds..?
we are.
I smelled my fingers after she left and they smelt like sugar cookies. I want that one again.
Well, I can't relate. I have no idea what it feels like to withhold sex. Or have self-control in general.
i think i had to give the cab driver my id to get home last night because i couldnt talk.
I found my underwear on the sidewalk 8 blocks from her house while on my walk of shame. I also found our beer bag and a full beer in the bush.
i love all of you. Physical. Emotional. Mental. All of it. When we speak i feel like a feather or a dragon depending on the conversation ...
she looks like one of those semi-pretty girls that turns into a 9 while she's riding your cock like she's trying to catch a train on horseback.
A horseman, i repeat, a man on a horse downtown just told me i was gorgeous and my friends were not. Not drunk enough.
He came over and watched the USA game with me, fucked me so good my toe cramped, then made my bed this morning before he left. Thank God for Army rangers
You have not lived until you've had your brains fucked out on a broken down Tunnel of Love ride. Life is good.
If you bet guys that you can drink them under the table they will pay for your drinks all night until they pass out. I have this down to a science that I think even my dad would appreciate.
His face matches his life choices. Both are train wrecks.
You grabbed my shirt and said, "hope you're not attached" and ripped it off before I could answer you.
when you wake up naked in a bed with glowsticks, a rolled ankle, a hangover, and a condom; alone. you wonder shit
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