Today I realized that I've had whole drunk relationships with people. And sober me has and wants no part in it.
she's telling me all about the love triangles of her sims. you tell me how it's going.
After we had sex he bought me grape soda. I think I'll keep him.
My boyfriend just sent me flowers. I am now crying at the fact i fucked my fat neighbor. God please help me.
You're not invited to the wedding. They don't want you starting a "who's fucked the bride the most" contest.
So my mom and I were talking about what I should get you for christmas. She made it clear I cannot get christmas lingerie.
The other day I was really high and I felt like my words were coming out of my mouth in flowers...I don't know.
I don't remember coming in last night, but apparently I ate a piece of pizza because when I woke up I had pizza crust stuck to the back of my thighs.
Just to clarify, I'm still tripping balls
On an unrelated note, I've come up with a theory of everything
Yeah. That's the shitty part. God, I don't want to be a step mom. Sure I'm great with kids, but I just want unlimited sex and not have to worry about making friends with a fucking 7 year old.
So, left this guys house wearing a #1 Grandpa shirt and I think this is the best sex score I've ever had.
Out of ten? A seven. You pulled your shorts down to your ankles, jumped into the pool and announced you were a merman.
I think I'm emotionally ready to start being a slut again. I'm excited.
where are you?
two trains and a bus walk of shame. so not worth it.
there's no judgement here...i was recently just fingered in my dorm hallway while having a conversation with 5 people.
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