After he proceded to violently molest my tits until 9 am i snuck out of his room only to meet his mother downstairs, who informed me she heard the giant sexfest going on in the room next to them.. this was before she called us both "chickenshits".. worst walk of shame ever.
I woke up with a crunchy, pink Pepto streak through my hair, no recollection of the last 6 hours of my night and the feeling that all the hotel's staff knew me on a first name basis.
Please fuck him. And then let me tell her. And then let me protect you from the knife she pulls from her Ed Hardy purse. Please.
It was like good, clean fun, but with bodyshots.
Take my keys. Load me into the vehicle. Drive. Get food. Come back. These are my demands.
the campus cop used the word depravity in our citation.
The party went downhill once the fire department had to be called to put out the kitchen fire.
I dont care how drunk you were. Making a bet with MY husband at MY wedding that you could seal the deal before he could is ALWAYS inappropriate!
Let me begin to explain the rest of last night by beginning with saying that out if necessity I took a pair of your underwear
I feel like someone poured gasoline and bleach in my nose and lit it on fire.
Why! I don't feel that at all!!!! I feel jipped
She doesn't even know his real name...he just keeps calling himself Hans the Third
Dude. You dropped to your knees and face planted into the rocks. And continued to talk on the phone and laugh. That's where those cuts came from.
just so you know.. snorkeling hungover: great decision. I was throwing up and he couldn't even tell!
My car has a permanent smell of sex to it now.
Oh you know just explaining sexual consent to a drunk 80 year old man. How is this my life?
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