He didn't know it yet but he was about to go down on me.
too bad you can't see the clap by looking at her face.
she is a standing ovation.
My co-worker just asked me if i colored my hair. Time to take a shower.
We named our saturday intramural dodgeball team "we're hungover". Pretty much just an excuse to fuel my alcoholism on friday nights.
In a meeting with the accounting department. This shit is even more boring in real life and there isn't a professor to wake me up.
The freshman next to me just said "I was rocking out on my way here to Dave Matthews..." I wish I would have passed this class the first time.
My night sucks. It's really hard to masturbate with a broken finger.
The more I piece together last night the more I want to vomit it out of my brain.
it was one of those unspoken contracts of silence like "I teach your daughter and you work at a strip club"...I don't tell if you don't
Plus who wants to live somewhere tom jerked off? No one.
At least life still wants to fuck me.
I'm still alive btw, in case you were worried about my well being.
i spent most of my hangover doing the math to figure out the last of the alcohol would be metabolized from my system.
thank you pre-med degree.
There's glitter all over his bed from my Pink VS panties... I think I might invest in similar styles as a way of marking my territory just incase.
Does anyone remember last night? Because I still don't know why I now own a goldfish and a ceiling fan made of pizza?
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