So... My dad just saw the Plan B package and the beer cans in my backseat.
Oh its cool I'm sure he already knows you're a whore and an alcoholic.
Woke up with puke in my bed and my pockets full of Tootsie Rolls.
Jealous.
Uh, also, Rob told me he felt bad for choking you.
i slept with him so i could steal the screens out of his sink faucets for my bowl when he went to sleep. not because he's funny.
i think every time you texted me i responded with 'bathroom floor'
The worst part was I wasn't conscious enough to move out of the way, I knew i was being puked on but I couldn't move.
Maybe before the beach I should get a tracking chip in my arm.
I am debating about my sub. I am not quite sure I can be the dom he needs.
I think the saddest part about my sex life is that most of it is pity sex.
For once I am not in the mood. My vagina is good with life at the moment.
The apocalypse has arrived.
Pretty sure that propositioning you to fly across the country for sex fest '13 isn't something my husband would approve of.
I'm not trying to analyze you I'm just saying you are being unfair to soup
Driving, getting head and talking to your boss on the phone is not a good combination. I nearly died
After 2 minutes he came and said, "thanks for everything". I can't wait to hear what he says next time when I do more than just lay there.
These girls next to us are doing shots called bath salts. Sadly this is the classiest bar I've been to since i moved to PA
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