He can hate all he wants but were fucking with these crocs on
last night was a success...if success means i don't remember the guy's name and my panties are somewhere in the parking lot behind the bar
I texted him to clear the air a bit, apologized if I freaked him out. No reply. So I'm gonna go ahead and fuck someone in a barn tonight.
Did we have sex last night or did we just wake up naked covered in oil?
Ive decided I'm sending thank you notes to all the bars for graduation.
Haha, oh man. I'm awake now. Slept in my headdress.
I may be in the process of acquiring a second male fuck buddy and dating a girl....FUCKING STOP THE TRAIN I'M ON! THIS IS NOT A DRILL!!
MANGO MOTHERFUCKING GODDAMN MARGARITA DELICIOUSNESS
Nothing is worse than post drunken playoff baseball loss sex
I think you just miss his friendship.
I think it's his ability to give me multiple orgasms.
I just opened a pickle jar stoned as fuck. I clapped for myself. I feel like wonder woman.
If me saying "come f***k me now" is talking, then yes.
it was the kind of sex that I don't even know how my hair extentions are still in
Someone threw up pink in the shower, there's a golf cart tipped over on the lawn and Cousin Brian is missing. What could Friday night throw at us?
I feel like I purchased a one way ticket to hell last night and its non refundable.
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