i just walked outside for a cigarette and three men walked by in glitter heels and gold shiny thongs. god i love chicago
last time I sleep in the lobby. woke up to some girl asking me what floor I lived on. somebody put me, couch included, on the elevator.
You kept telling that ginger girl, "it's not your fault, it's not your fault, it's not your fault."
We did a shot for each one. Father... son... and holy ghost. That wasn't enough though so we moved on to toasting dead relatives.
I just noticed my teeth are no longer straight. Wondering if anyone had an explanation.
So far we've hooked up on a pool table, on a public bathroom counter and now in a little league baseball dugout. We haven't even made to a house yet.
She is trying to turtle bite me and when I pull away she says just let it happen. Then she pulled a poptart out of nowhere
Our new goal for this summer is to fuck so hard we lose his security deposit.
Status Uddate: I lost half a tooth and Alison is taking Amy Grant requests via bullhorn
I'm convinced he's the patron saint of oral sex
Whenever I have a bad day I just look at the negetive pregnancy test I keep in my purse and remind myself things could be alot worse.
That portable toilet under the bed? Turns out it was a tuba. Explains alot.
One lesson I've learned so far from college: You've always got time for one more shot. Always
well you're talking to a woman who had glorious sex less than 24 hrs ago so my opinion is biased.
I never thought I'd be complaining about having sex 4 times a day, but here we are...
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