ps i'm pretty sure i was blacked out when we hooked up? good thing i was w. you and not an actual diddler or an organ harvester
Hahaha. Shut up you were blacked out my ass. U were str8 mixin it up with urs truly like it was ur J-O-B
Apparently Chef Boyardee is the only guy I'm taking home tonight.
I'm thinking we should try to start remembering stuff we do. Althought I kinda like feeling like Nancy Drew the next morning.
More like the Hardy Boys cause its kinda like a team effort.
did u really fuck my little sister???
im not saying yes or no but just know that my answer rhymes with "mess"
she took her bra off and it was like the puppet strings had been dropped. her tits totally deflated.
I just saw at least a dozen senior citizens on roller blades. way to drunk for this.
You nicknamed her "lazy eye" and were screaming across the bar at her to buy you a drink...
1 I really miss college walks of shame 2 I think I may have killed this girls cat
If him repeating sorry while thrusting isn't makeup sex than I don't know what else is
You leave me no choice. Your vagina is grounded. It can just sit there and think about what it's done.
We HAVE another bedroom, it's not like I was gunna chain you into the closet. Often.
I'm wearing a dinosaur hat bikini cone bra over my shirt. So good things are happening
I was THIS CLOSE. But drunk me wanted to play those washboard abs with a spoon, like an actual washboard. Apparently that hurts, so I just squished it out at home alone.
preface to our conversation: my vagina hurts.
It's not even 8 pm, or Saint Patrick's Day, and Kevin is drunk on my roof humping the air
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