Goal for tonight: Make one last drunken mistake for the semester.
Luol and I just scored with two 40 year old married chicks. They dropped us off on the way to soccer prctic. The kids in the back were confused. Call me.
when "blow-job jen" drunk dials you at 3 in the morning, you answer
I think we need to find a happy medium between fried food and dicks. This could end badly.
Considering the last guy I had sex with was gay, this was a huge improvement.
I really thought you were going to tell me you were pregnant on facebook chat. FACEBOOK CHAT. I almost cried.
I vaguely remember walking down the highstreet with a plate of K offering lines to passers buy. I sold a line to a taxi driver.
We had sex in the tent after his 6th beer and while we were at it we had conversations with the people outside the tent.
It's 10AM, she's drunk blaring veggie tales and I have a paper to write you've got to be fucking kidding me
i know i shouldn't tell you this since i want you to really like me but i just spent the last 4 hours sleeping on the toilet.
i don't remember going ever taking off my pants but my pubes are shaved into a K and kelsey is passed out in the shower.
Let's go one conversation without mentioning cats or alcohol someday.
Yup. Dog walker, house sitter and mistress to the rich, bored and bi-curious. I've got a nice little operation running.
Jimmy johns delivers to the bar behind work. Happy vodka day!
He only has one ball. it was like fucking a cyclops.
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