as for my dating sex life, no more regret sticks. Only pride wands from now on.
This girl wants me to lick her pits
pits??
Yeah pits, I think I still go for it though
They were going around the house breaking things and screaming "Not my house!"
I'm legit concerned I might pass out this weekend from having too much sex.
i could have sworn she did an overextended split with her legs over her head but now i think it was just the drugs
You three are like the Bermuda Triangle for morals.
There is a mirror in the headboard of the bed that I'm sleeping in so I can immediately question life choices when I wake up.
Tell Taylor to rock on. Tell her she is so beautiful that the sun shines down on her face and shows her beauty. Tell her to live on, like Martin Luther King. He'll never die. He's living his dreams.
To sum up. The glass blower from the ren faire ate me out last night. Best ever. Go find yourself an artisan.
Its not even real halloween yet. This extremely toxic yet briliant costume is going to kill me
Her tutu was on the floor and she wouldn't take off her crown. She kept saying you're fucking a princess!
I'm still home, my life isn't together. Currently drying my pants
I wanted one last NYC adventure and I got it. Now I just have to figure out a polite way to wake up the pantless former stripper illegal Russian immigrant street violinist chick currently in a vodka coma in my bed.
She was on top, but I lost her at "alright, you look like predator."
Facebook just reminded me of the time I found two IHop cheese sticks in my hand bag. Those were the days.
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