the only reason I knew his name is because half way through I looked up and it was tatooed on his chest.
I don't understand how he can't hear himself snoring, but he'll wake up to me sneaking m&m's from my junk food stash beside the bed...
so how was last night?
got high and had our usual talk about the definition of cole slaw. then tried to call the ramen noodle company and convince them why my face should be on thier packages.
I think im gonna have to stop sexting on the metra. The middle aged businessman behind me just leaned over and whispered 'dirty girl' and highfived his seatmate.
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.
There was a bottle of vodka and chips in a vase next to the bed
i love him because he let me keep my UGGS on while we had sex
My main goal for tomorrow night is to make it back into my own bed
If I send you a picture of a dick will you give me your honest reaction?
One more sleep until playoffs, Canucks are back this year, you bet your ass I'm going to uphold the tradition of being the 90 lb girl that fights every hairy ass Bruins fan at BWW.
I walked into the bathroom and there's this 6'5" cop washing his hands. He looks at me and goes, "Heard you singing outside. Sound real pretty."
No more tequila EVER.
Those boxers don't belong to me anymore. They belong to the desert surrounding Phoenix.
You literally just told me you're ditching me because of pizza. PIZZA? Wow.
Someone wrote "LazerSwords" on my cock last night. My erect cock. Tequila is no one's friend.
By the time we got to McDonald's you were sharing a Big Mac with a stripper.
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