fighting downstairs. join me tonight to hear their makeup sex. also, let's make skittles vodka.
Good cause the way I see it, we are down to DAYS left of college so we should have as much naked fun as possible. And Jenga really facilitates that.
It's my birthday, I plan on masturbating and boating, maybe even masturbate on the boat.
people at meijer look at you funny when you have 37 bottles of champagne in your cart.
The only thing I really remember is repeating "I hope I still have a job on Monday". Oh and pulling my boob out of my dress.
So I take it the company Christmas dinner went well then...
i know this sounds kinda weird but his cock smelled like fabric softener. it was so refreshing.
at some point i feel off my bar stool straight into the arms of a gay guy. just my luck.
The fool I made of myself at the Ugly Christmas Sweater party last night was surpassed this morning when I walk of shamed 6 miles at 7am with one mysterious wet leg and no pants on. I think my mom saw me and waved.
Remember when we used to share painkillers at parties? Now we're dealing in blood pressure pills. Oh, how the mighty have fallen.
At one point I thought we were going to have to fuck our way out of their apartment
No need to talk. Eventually, he'll either stop coming over, or decide that it's a relationship.
And if not?
...I keep getting free bourbon and great sex with no expectations. You really don't understand that there is no "down side," do you?
Got high with dad and hunted squirrels in the basement. Is this seriously what my life has come to?
there's an entire drinking game devoted to nobody liking her face
i don't know why he's complaining, i'm the one with four hickeys on my ass.
Why did I wake up with BYOB sharpied on my stomach
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