He ripped my extensions out during sex, not noticing until this morning when he saw them on the floor. I told him they werent mine and he went and threw them in his sister's room.
While I was fucking her, they came in and served us both weed from a hookah. best. friends. ever.
The guy in the library beside me just whipped out an entire loaf of bread, a knife and a container of peanut butter and is proceeding to make multiple sandwiches.
I stayed at the bar and helped clean up cause I was told I'd get free shots. Didn't happen.
I'm really starting to miss his dick. Like so much I'm actually tempted to try and work things out with him again.
It's the first day of summer. It's not a race it's a marathon. Pace yourself
If by "in control" you mean him showing-up to work wasted, calling a customer a "fuckstick," and getting fired on the spot? Then yes, he is.
You don't understand she was in the fountain pretending she was diving for treasure. I couldn't possibly ruin her dreams.
I feel like all of the victims from Seven. Best birthday weekend ever.
He just subscribed to one of my Spotify playlists. The next step is sex.
I want to tell everyone I've ever met about how he him picking me up and fucking me against the wall was the highlight of my life. Worst lesbian ever.
He posted a picture from Senor Frogs. I don't remember where that bikini came from and my sombrero is PERPENDICULAR. Safe to say it was one hell of a day
So who left their underwear on a lamppost in my aunt's backyard
I'm just hoping that with all the times he's puked in my yard a mushroom field might grow.
She was calling him Bob Saget and asking him to buy her shots....how do you think the night went?
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