it was all downhill after the free blackjack taco
I just woke up at my desk with "To Whommmmmmmmm" typed on a letter. I have no memory of waking up, getting dressed or driving in.
all ill say about last night is that we tried to stop you. oh and the bus you're on is going to nashville.
Pillow talk just revealed that he originally thought I was 16.
I feel eeeverything like there's a rhythm and everything can be felt w/o ever touching it. And it's beautiful. Sunshine or raindrops it's like orgasming. Everything has a taste.
We should have cut you off when you asked the can driver if you could ride in the trunk.
We're making herpes jokes very loudly and hoping she notices.
come parachute off the vicodin airplane with meee
At 27 it's no longer called 'slutty', it's called having a healthy sex life...
Just witnessed a fat waitress doing whipits in the back of a waffle house.. my life seems a little brighter..
He used one of his curtains as a leash and hand restraints. He wins the creative sex challenge hands down.
I woke up like how did I get here this blanket is nice but it was just the curtain
I gave a handjob to the beat of uptown fuck last night
She had a toddler. It threw up and then some guy said party foul and put it on the porch. Going back next Friday.
His nipple licking is glorious
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