He let me keep his flannel as a "good job" for the great head I gave him.
I'm not saying going to the volleyball games drunk on Tuesday night was a bad idea I'm just saying we shouldn't make a routine of it.
Handcuffed. To. Steering. Wheel. Fuck.
They kept trying to slap each other but they were poring beer onto their hands first referring to it as their baby powder
the lady at the gas station just thanked me for wearing clothes this time... i am so confused
the coastal evacuation route ends at my vagina so you can just skip the bullshit and come over
nothing says roomie bonding better than a sunday shroom trip.
Shame tastes like burnetts and latex
I wish I could but I can't. No beer pong or sex on a hammock...such an unproductive weekend
I will pre answer that I did not see it the fun way. He was peeing outside.
I gave him morning sex, a bag of cookies, and dropped him off at work. I believe I deserve the "best hookup award."
I would totes reciprocate the nip pic, but I'm sick with a piece of tissue shoved up one of my nostrils and I'm just not feeling that ambitious. Sorry.
Also if i get drunk and start crying about the elephants you all have my permission to abandon me.
Sorry for drunkely attacking your best friend with a bow and arrow then loudly crying myself to sleep....PMS?
She shaved her vagina in my bed. Good night
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