I'm trying real hard to keep it on the DL how drunk I am at lunch with my grandma.
See, not all bad decisions involve my penis.
Lil wasted at a baby shower. Here's to beating teen pregnancy BOTTOMS UP
I'm not sure, 7-8, the last bit was a rush of at least three blended together. Basically you fucked me so stupid that I can't even recall the number of orgasms.
So you know, I'm making that my facebook status.
Seriously-without actually meaning the statement for it's words- that made me want to put a baby in you.
That final makes me want to drink myself into the fetal position
Yeah yeah, I don't care. I bought a super soaker, so lets please go attracting attention by spraying each other while wearing white tank tops?
Sometimes I really think that if... When your stoned you have a catlike ability to just relax in any position
I may or may not vaguely recall punching you in the dick but it was a misunderstanding and I forgive you can we have make up sex?
The George Foreman grill is melted. I don't know what other problems could arise.
Your ability to whip out your dick and take a pic anytime I text you is startling.
I just found a To Do list on the table, written by me last night, that just says "1. Go downstairs. 2. Get Pickles. 3. Laptop"
I'll accept that I'm a woo girl. Just not the drunk cowboy hat wearing bar mongering twat bag type
That's just how I roll. I drink, then tell people I'm either not wearing underwear or I'm training to be a stripper.
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