your suggestions for charades were, getting sucked into an aircraft turbine, getting raped by a dolphin, and having sex with a vacuum cleaner. you got your own, and actually used a vacuum cleaner as a prop.
And PS thanks for calling it my "sexual liberation" and not "slut fest 2010: part deux!"
Ps. The strap-on in the pic i sent you last night was not mine. Just wanted to clear that up.
Just painted my nails at the bar... I may be getting too comfortable here.
I got arrested for "public intoxication". Fuckers threw me out of the bar into public... i mean shit they have thirsty Thursdays. And I get thrown out for self serve Sundays plus a citation.
I want him to rummage through my vagina. with unwashed hands.
If the Cards come back I will fly to St Louis and shit in a very public place.
High me just had to pick the lock on my sisters room because I locked my vodka in there. I love vacation.
Not remembering where I left my grinder before vacation #stonerproblems
It's election day and I was just tied up with an American flag scarf
He isn't understanding any of my Fetty Wap references. He may not be a keeper after all.
I'm over being sad. I'm now onto thinking about all the ways in which he is a total fuckwaste
NO ITS THAT IM A SEXUAL DEVIANT AND CANT FILTER MYSELF
You texted him 17 times. Asking for him back and sending random pictures of Jimmy Buffett. He didn't answer.
Not to be gross and awkward, but I just had sex outside in the rain on the hood of a lexus
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