i nerd-gasmd. plain and simple.
I had fun last night. We should have sex less often.
i think my mom would be mad if i was pregnant. last time i was she grounded me for a week.
i stalked him back to the creation of his facebook in november 2008. that bad.
Ok love is a little strong. But he consented to Nachos, beer and board game date with my cats. Keeper.
I don't remember anything other than how good it felt when I peed my pants.
I think off duty cops drove me home. I may have been hitchhiking
His body is just chiseled out of sex. I would let that man do anything to my body. Including fuck me while my parents watch
And then as he was trying to conceal his boner from everybody, you said aloud "just grab your cock and get out of the pool"
Nothing like grinding all night with a hot ethnic guy dressed as a clown to help conquer your phobia. Halloween is fucked up.
I used my tears to chase my tequila. You could say I rallied.
No more twerking this week. I think I dislocated a boob.
Am I supposed to confront my 52-year-old boss/mother of 3 about the fact that we matched on Tinder?
im so sad I can't openly talk about acid tab Sundays
Doing a walk of shame at Wal-Mart at 3:30am because when I left at 11pm I was getting milk
Randomize
