I have a feeling that after last night, i'm not just going to hell. i'm going to hell on a full scholarship. free admission bitches
sometimes i wish i was able to text my cat and tell him i miss him and that i'm thinking about him
Living room yoga. I'm too hungover to deal with anyone else's chi today.
It's a system.. i get to hook up with them and you get to play words with friends with them afterwards.
Beer vodka and pink lemonade powder mixed together. So. Many. Penises. My vagina will be calling out to them tonight. Coooooooooooooome.
you'll be horrified to know he's visiting next weekend
You two are a rollercoaster of sex and silence.
You used up your allotted blow job minutes for the month of April last night anyways
He corrected my use of grammar... I think we both know that means i have to sleep with him
Just you wait I'll be crying and puking everywhere in no time
The sun is gonna brush it's hairy dick across my forehead in the morning, gently whispering: "you're 4 hours late for work"
These are all good points. But, I think your under estimating what it's like to be held upside down for a standing 69
It's not a hangover, it's "slept on a couch with another person and said person moves a lot and is loud"
My Boss was giving porn recommendations. I think I'm scarred for life.
Totes just ripped ass and the bartender's eyes got wet
I have mystery bruises on my right knee, right arm, under my chin, and on my forehead. What the fuck happened last night??
Randomize
