I'm in a room alone pouting because I got the wrong nachos at taco bell.
The shirt is mine, the pants are mine, the bra not so much
3 st and 6 ave. One dollar pitchers. Look out world.
i was trying to find the best way to say come over and have sex, without saying it.
another part of my inner child died when i emptied my crayon bank for dollar beer night.
I woke up to a gnawing sound in the middle of the night and asked him what it was. He told me it was the family of squirrels that lives in the wall and to go back to sleep.
This guy needs to come out; I can feel him sucking my dick from across the room.
Stop whining I left you with whiskey
YOU LEFT ME WITH WHISKEY ALONE IN A CABIN IN THE MIDDLE OF NOWHERE I AM GOING TO DIE.
so i might have figured out why that girl isn't talking to me...I'm 90% confident I didn't give her a pillow when she stayed over >.>
I love that there are toys on the counter. Coffee, tea, wine bottles, gag ball, and handcuffs.
My kitchen gets me.
I found a new button on my vibrator, tonight was a success
I knew how high you were when you put a french fry in your mouth and said 'fuck, this tastes like meat but feels blue.'
well, shes hot as hell, but she does keep saying she's the president of the loch ness monster's fan club, so that's kinda a red flag...
Hey bring in backup. its going to take a lot more beer than we think to fill up the water bed...
Anyway, that's been my evening- crying and looking up diabetes symptoms. How was your night?
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