I used to practice getting hit by cars.
Robbie told me you spent 10 mins discussing the curl in his hair and that you said "with that curl in your hair, you'll go far"
I could see myself reflected in his wedding band as i was going down on him.
Just remembered getting lost in a "shortcut" through yards and GPSing my way home last night
We made out for three hours. Then she said she didn't sleep with redheads and left the party. So yes, I'm still drinking.
Yay for living on the edge. I'm trying this new thing where I stop mom-arming people and promote bad decisions. It's working quite well.
Let's just say he sent me a picture of his dick and I was more impressed with the collection of video games he had in the background...
It's like the sisterhood of the traveling vaginas over here
I just found my lube on the ground next to my bed. I would pay money to find out what the fuck happened that night.
Come to my pity party. It's being hosted in my basement. The theme is ambiguously sexual cuddling and wine.
In case you're wondering what frozen hashbrowns taste like at 4 in the afternoon, shame. They taste like shame.
is telling someone you can be his trophy wife the same as proposing?
Tis the season to play Pocahontas! (AKA: Eat a bunch of acid and run around the yard barefoot, the first person to see the colors of the wind, wins!)
Its okay. I just know how you can text with your hands cuffed behind you back, so I had no idea what "oh shit" meant.
you drug him to get him horny then deny him sex. freaks.
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