i'm trying to reconcile what i did last night with who i am as a person.
She rode me to the beat of Baby Got Back. I swear to god.
all she had left on were here heels. phone five
He told me I took off my shirt, asked for the latino thunder and jumped on him. I want to question this but it sounds too much like me.
She is only going home with him in hopes to give him herpes. She has been plotting some master revenge since 7th grade.
The maintenance guy at work just asked me out for a drink. For once, I proudly said that I was 20.
porn star boner night. come get it.
Just so everyone's clear, it was already on fire when I got there.
Please be advised that because of last year's "incident" we will no be starting St. Pat's day with spicy breakfast burritos and car bombs. Please plan accordingly.
My catholic guilt is strong, but the alcohol is stronger.
Yeah, first time I've shit my pants in my twenties... I'm thinking about putting it on my Facebook timeline
you know, i'm always afraid you're going to think i only want you for sex because i only text you when i'm horny
speaking of, guess what i'm thinking about
Best orgasm I ever had! I though we totally connected and I asked him to stay over. He went back to the sigma chi house and returned with his blankie and a 40. please help
I dont' remember leaving St. Cloud, getting home, or apparently directing traffic in the middle of the fucking street while black out drunk.
You were trying to be sexy by spraying your contact solution on your chest and telling me to lick it off
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