i just made a list of the people i have slept with. is it bad that some of them are just either names of the places i met them or the color of the shirts?
i also rounded the number up for good measure. i am sure there are a few i have forgotten about.
Yeah sketchy neighborhood.. Some woman ran by screaming, "i didn't steal anything" as some cops rolled up and arrested her.
My mom said "I don't want to fund your drug problem" so she gave me a gift card to the book store. I now have a 420 page book on growing weed.
Somehow I gave him blood blisters on his dick...I don't know if I'm that good or that bad.
i just had to use the keg as a stool to reach the margarita maker. i'm such a problem solver.
Somehow she slept thru the vacuuming, people walking in and out, and the sound of constant beer bottles hitting the trash, but when someone said weed in a regular volume of voice she startled awake.
Just had a guy dressed only in a towel ask me for a cig, hug me and kiss me then proceeded to pee of the balcony while still talking to me and callin me baby
Trying to grind with crutches was not a success
I cannot be this high in this house. This house has so many of my secrets in its walls.
I just hate that one day I'll have to tell our children how we met, makes me look like a gold digging whore
Whenever we go out my brain flips on autopilot, straight to blackout.
did i get sucker punched in the face last night or was our make-out session just that intense?
She sent me a thank you card for not fucking her boyfriend...
He ate me out while I was playing bejeweled. It was the greatest moment of my life.
I climbed on the arm of the futon, flapping my hand fan frantically and hissing imprecations at the smoke detector
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