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'm sitting the next couple hours out. Puking in a potted plant really put shit into perspective for me.
He's drinking red wine in a margarita glass. He couldn't be more perfect for me.
good, we got high then went swimming. shelly forgot to keep swimming so we tied her to the ladder in the shallow part with her bikini top.
He kept surfacing with a delighted look on his face, guessing different types of food to try to figure out what makes my pussy taste so good.
couldn't find my pants so i stole a pair of shorts from the passed out kid in the corner.
Just headbutted a photographer. This convention just got really interesting.
I found a bag of weed while packing. Now packing is like creating tiny universes inside of boxes.
Why is there broken glass in my purse?
You stole a snow globe. From your VP. Soooo...maybe don't put all your hopes on that promotion you were expecting
I like how my motivation to lose weight is so I can wear a nude bikini and get covered in body paint for the tribal party. Priorities.
I don't remember where I was but I remembered that I hated everyone there
ABOUT TO MAKE THE BIGGEST MISTAKE OF MY LIFE, SEND HELP
Have fun and good luck.
But what if there are 6 people and they end up just pairing the off into 3 couples. Is it still an orgy?
I woke up with sticky red stuff all over my sheets, face, and chest. Apparently after I blacked out I thought eating ribs in bed was a good idea
For someone I see at the bar by herself all the time... I should have know she had a tazer.
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