wicked high...have munchies. cherry flavor lube. problem solved.
and ill be dreaming of you. not in a creepy way, but in an inappropriate way
I think your going to be the cause of an awesome death
When it gets to the point that I'm more comfortable being naked at his house than my own, it's time to readdress the fuckbuddyship.
bad news.. campus security walked me home last night and when i tried to tell them where i lived they assured me they knew where our house was.
I feel like im becoming the girl who only drunk texts him. I would be in the dog house, if situations like this had dog houses.
I may not be his cup of tea, but I bet I'm his 10th shot of tequila
I swear going to your house is like going to a strip club, no matter what happens I get glitter on me.
My boss just lit a candle and said a prayer to get laid tonight ..
If you don't see me at the bar tomorrow night, I was most likely captured by the communists.
Me my naked body. You bring the paints. I expect to be a panther by game time Sunday.
What do I get.
Panthers win you get to fuck the paint off me.
He radiates elegant sexual dominance. I bet even his balls have pinstripes.
A respectable fucking: good but like I don't want to get kicked out of my hotel room
Today is a good day to get high. It's easy to blame the glazed-over look in my eye on my new contacts
Point in my hangover when I'm honestly not sure if I'm about to puke, or shit my pants.
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