There was an ice luge. Lets just leave it at that.
She puked her nose ring out of her face.
I packed spaghetti and rum. But panties? Nah
Something about Sunday night screams phone sex
I also tried to solve my dog's itching problem with crystal healing. I'm so high, dude.
I just rubbed amethyst all over him and kept saying 'no bites.'
So my quick shower turned into a "lay in the shower and let the hot water reign over you because you are too hungover to wash your hair" shower. I'll be there closer to 1:30!
I woke up to my bra draped over his lamp and a huge bump on my head. apparently, I face planted while having sex in the shower..
Some girl is sitting topless in the kitchen and having a Skype video chat with some guy. I already like it here.
The only reason I have clothes in my overnight bag is to cover up my sex toys.
I hate men. But I love dick. You see my problem?
I may or may not have tried to give myself a lobotomy
I drank all the wines... and all th Doritos. Whilst watching Fat Camp. I need to reassess my values.
Woke up to find that I was cock blocked by no more than three people.
Tonight is an "I'm lonely and single so I'm going to curl up in a warm, melatonin and vodka enriched ball in the corner of my bed with a cat." kind of night.
After we fucked we sat in bed and watched Charlie St. Cloud and he fed me ice cream. It was probably the most romantic thing I've ever done.
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