So #1 way to come back last night and #2 wishbone and I broke into his house and i opened joey's door and u were both passed out and pantless.
She told me she got a 15 on her A.C.T.. that's when I knew it was a done deal.
He keeps apologizing for not being able to get hard when he's drunk. We havent even left the club yet.
If I knew losing weight would mean this many fucking creepers I would've just stayed fat.
i don't know where i am. i made bad decisions. i think this guy is dead.
On second thought, trying to signify she was a butter face by wiping my bagel on her cheek may not have been in my best of interests
she just pulled a hulk hogan to make her point. no idea how it helped
I should have known I was in trouble when you started pouring shots all over me
My autobiography is now tentatively titled "I'm Fucking the DJ, and Other Ways to Party for Cheap"
Pre-drinking/conditioning my liver for this impending hurricane party associated with cat. 2 hurricane Irene. Be ready to roll in a weather channel minute.
Living room floor. I asked him to give me a back rub. He did. And smoothly transitioned that to foreplay, then basically threw me on the floor. My vagina hurts. He deserves another Christmas present.
He goes to Columbia so regardless of how he looks I should fuck him right?
I've never seen so much of my blood outside me. After the initial shock it was kind of cool.
What's rude is him not accepting my blowjob offer. What kind of guy denies that.
stupid neighbors doing stupid yard work with their stupid kids when i want to do drugs in the backyard
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