doug butabi!
steve butabi!
hotties wanna shake it
Hahaha, sighhhh...I texted him to no response. It's a shame, really...I would gladly exchange my body for pizza rills.
Now he's galloping around the bar. I don't know whether to laugh or cry.
So I've gone into the break room to heat up a styrofoam cup 8 times over the course of 4 hours.. that desperate to see him. Now I have a broken heart AND cancer.
My clit is not a Gobstopper. Cut it out.
Me. blonde. Sex. Dance floor.
It's basically the same plan, only step one gets revised to "look hot enough that he forgets I fucked his roommate"
not totally sure where im at but i think i've definitely woken up on this couch before. bong on the coffee table looks familiar. should be able to find my way home
I feel like I would find myself in so much trouble if I hadn't married my DD.
I wore wrist and ankle weights while we had sex. Does that count as working out?
She has the best kind of daddy issues
Well 1) stay calm 2) stay safe 3) drink more
Sunday morning breakfast with the boyfriends family. I just puked in the stall at Cracker Barrell. Classy.
I think he is using me to sort through his relationship issues, past and present. I did not sign up for this. All I want is booty. Am I the dude in this relationship?
LACE UP YOUR GODDAMN SHOES
N O
Randomize
